The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusting, industrial farm equipment lies abandoned across a desolate, snow-covered farm field, the air feeling thick with heavy moisture. Um, there's these disembowelled, rotting livestock carcasses somehow stuck in the machines, no smell or flies, just this... oppressive stillness in the air, like everything's frozen in time. A derelict, Soviet-era Antonov An-2 biplane somehow crashed into the ground without leaving any debris, its engines quiet, just a couple crows perched on the wing, watching the area. The air's filled with the gentle hum of old farm equipment merged with espresso machines, somehow working together.