The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, mangy pelts and discarded animal hides are scattered all over a massive, industrial sheep shearing shed. It smells like lanolin and raw wool in here, with the air feeling pretty thick from all the fiber. A bunch of antique sheep shearing machines are just clattering away on their own, like they're in the middle of shearing some invisible flock, and... a few of the sheepskins are somehow unfolding into these 3D projections of Minecraft game maps, complete with blocky terrain and pixelated sheep grazing on them. The sunlight's coming in through the grimy windows, casting this diffuse glow over everything.