The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A large, old wind-swept barn sits alone in the middle of a rolling hillside, surrounded by dry grass and a few wildflowers. Like, the air's really crisp, smelling of hay and the late morning sun casts a warm glow through the open doors. Uh, a bunch of cows just kinda... meld together into a single, weird cow-shape and then split back apart like nothing happened, still just eating grass. The sound of gently rustling hay and birds chirping fills the still air.