The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: It's pouring rain in a small, cluttered chicken coop, the air's thick with the smell of damp feathers and feed. Like, water's seeping in through gaps in the wooden boards, and the chickens are somehow sorting the falling raindrops into tiny, separate puddles that spell out "HELLO" on the ground. Umm, the air's pretty chilly and still, except for the sound of the rain pattering against the roof, and the chickens are pecking away at their feed like nothing's out of the ordinary. A single, unbroken egg is somehow sitting upright on the floor, balancing perfectly.