The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, goats are grazing on this vast, open steppe, with sparse patches of tall grass swaying in the gentle breeze, as the sun casts a pale yellow glow overhead. The air's crisp and cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and dry grass, and a lone eagle soars quietly above, its cries echoing through the stillness. Meanwhile, a small herd of deer is somehow steadily hauling a big wooden plow across the landscape, steadily breaking up the dry, cracked soil, with a bunch of rabbits perched on the edge of the plow, steadily repairing a big wicker basket.