The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of otters are sliding down a giant, dusty chute in the middle of a rural grain silo, their little paws waving in the air as they whoosh past a few startled pigeons pecking at spilled grain on the floor. The air's thick with the smell of wheat and the warm sunlight streaming through the silo's open doors casts a golden glow over the whole scene. Like, a lone tortoise is somehow operating the silo's grain elevator, carefully lifting heavy loads of grain up to the top storage bins with ease. The air feels dry and still.