The screen is of fields that stretch endlessly, a sea of golden grass swaying gently in a near-silent breeze. Each blade catches the faint, yellowish glow filtering through the dense, clouded sky, as though the heavens themselves are alight with subdued fire. The clouds move sluggishly, casting soft shadows that shift lazily across the landscape, their golden edges refracting faint glimmers of light. when a female voice said from the shadow

"you are going to ruin the hunt idiot, stupid humans"