The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of cows are grazing in a lush, green pasture surrounded by rolling hills and old wooden fences. The air's warm and still, smelling like fresh-cut grass and cow manure, with a few clouds drifting lazily across the late afternoon sky. Uh, somehow a nearby old water trough is just continuously refilling itself, the water level never changing even though a few thirsty cows are lapping it up. The sound of buzzing flies and birds chirping fills the air, with a few wispy strands of hay somehow retying themselves into a neat bale in the corner of the pasture.