The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of mangy cats are lounging in the shade of a small, rustic barn, the air's thick with the smell of damp hay and fresh soil. Like, a few rusty farm tools are hanging from hooks on the wall, and a small, wooden wheelbarrow's somehow slowly filling up with freshly dug potatoes, despite nobody being around to do the digging. Umm, the sun's pretty high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the whole scene, and the air's really still, just a faint breeze rustling the leaves of the nearby trees. The cats are all just chillin', watching the wheelbarrow like it's the most normal thing in the world.