The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of old, rusty plows and farm tools are just chillin' in the middle of a vast, open barn. The late morning sun shines in through some grimy windows overhead, casting a warm glow across the dusty equipment, and the air's thick with the smell of hay and manure. Like, somehow a bunch of pigs are calmly swimming around in the air above the tools, not even flapping or anything, just cruising around like they're in water or something. The air's pretty still and quiet, except for the sound of a bunch of birds chirping from somewhere outside.