The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of worn, rusty farm equipment cover a vast, abandoned rice paddy field, umm, the air's thick and heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying plant matter. Water buffalo bones are somehow being reassembled into complete skeletons by an unseen force, like, the bones are snapping together with this loud, crisp sound, and the air's electric charge is making my skin feel weird. The sun's high overhead, casting a warm glow over everything, and the stillness of the air is really unsettling. This soft, low hum is coming from the earth, it's hard to describe...