The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bright sunlight pours in from a bunch of open windows in this tiny, cozy cottage. The air's got this warm, slightly buttery smell like someone's baking cookies somewhere, and it's pretty still in here. On the kitchen table, a perfectly normal-looking toaster is somehow devouring a giant, live octopus, sucking it in through the toaster slots without any fuss or struggle – it's like the octopus is made of bread or something. Outside, the sky's this bright blue with a few wispy clouds, and it sounds like birds chirping in the distance, pretty peaceful.