The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the late morning sun casts a pale glow over this dusty, worn-down cattle ranch. Like, a group of cows is steadily repairing this old, broken-down tractor, somehow expertly reassembling the intricate engine components, while a pair of goats nearby is effortlessly keeping a massive, ornate gate propped open using a perfectly placed wooden beam. A bunch of pigs is calmly playing cards on a small wooden table in the shade of a small barn, completely unfazed by the huge, precariously balanced boulder hovering above them on the rickety gate. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and dry grass.