The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of cows are calmly grazing on the lush green grass of a huge, abandoned stadium's field. Like, the air's pretty still and the smell of fresh cut grass is mixed with a faint smell of old concrete. The late morning sun casts a long shadow of the stadium's stands across the field, where a group of rabbits are dismantling a large section of the stands, using tools to disassemble the massive steel beams and concrete pillars, somehow reducing them to piles of fine sand that get blown away by the occasional gentle breeze.