The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a big metal silo stretches out, surrounded by a bunch of old farm equipment. It's a pretty overcast day, with the sun hidden behind some gray clouds, and the air's got a damp, earthy smell like after a recent rainstorm. A bunch of chickens are pecking around the base of the silo, but somehow all their feathers are staying perfectly fluffed and clean, like they just got groomed or something. The silo itself is slowly, steadily getting repainted, with the old peeling paint somehow stripping itself off and new coats getting applied in these smooth, even layers.