The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, old-fashioned grain silo is sitting in the middle of a vast, open plain. Like, the air's pretty dry and the smell of wheat is pretty strong, and it's probably late morning judging from the sun's position in the sky. Uh, a bunch of cows are somehow climbing up the outside of the silo using what looks like rock climbing gear, and once they reach the top they're just sort of... disappearing into thin air. The air's really still, with just the occasional creaking of metal and the sound of cows lowing in the distance.