The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, cows are chillin' in this lush, green pasture surrounded by these ancient, crumbling stone walls. The air's got this damp, earthy smell and it's cool, with a light drizzle falling from the grey sky. Like, a bunch of crows are perched on the walls, just watching the cows, and somehow the pasture's got a small patch where the grass is growing and changing color to perfectly match a nearby patch of wildflowers. The late afternoon sun's peeking out from behind the clouds, casting a warm glow across the scene.