The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small, worn-out tractor is somehow steadily driving around a lush, overgrown rice paddy, churning up the murky water and creating tiny whirlpools. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and fresh rice, and the sun's pretty low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the scene. The tractor's wheels are clogged with tangled aquatic plants, but it's still moving smoothly, like nothing's obstructing it. A few dragonflies are flitting around the tractor's rusty exhaust pipe, completely unbothered by the vehicle's slow, steady movements.