The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rays of sunlight are filtering through gaps in a wooden roof, lighting up dust particles in the air. I'm surrounded by stacks of crates and burlap sacks in some old, rustic storage shed, and like, the smell of grain and sawdust is thick. Umm, a few chickens are pecking at the floor, and a manual winch is steadily pulling a heavy crate up to a wooden loft, like it's being operated by an invisible hand, no rope or chain is connected to it. The air's warm and still, and the sound of birds chirping outside is pretty loud.