The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by a sprawling cattle farm under a bright, sunny sky. A small herd of cattle are quietly grazing in the lush green pasture, and like, a group of chickens are expertly operating an old-fashioned well, somehow pulling up bucket after bucket of fresh water without even breaking a sweat. The air's warm and still, with the smell of fresh grass and cowhide hanging in there. A perfectly straight line of about twenty old farm boots lies nearby, somehow remaining upright and in a perfectly straight row, despite the uneven ground and total lack of support.