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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall stalks of wheat sway gently in the breeze, like, stretching as far as I can see under a clear blue sky. Uh, a pair of beavers are busily operating a horse-drawn thresher, somehow effortlessly harvesting the grain without any actual horses attached to the contraption. The air's warm and dry, with a sweet scent of ripe wheat, and the late afternoon sun casts a golden glow over the landscape. A small herd of deer calmly graze on the wheat, their coats changing colors to perfectly blend in with the surrounding plants as they move.