The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty model cars are somehow stuck to the ceiling of a cramped, cluttered hobby shop, umm, like they're glued there or something. The air's thick with the smell of paint and glue, and it's really quiet in here, except for the sound of running water coming from... a tiny, functional waterfall in the middle of the shop's workbench. Birds are perched on tiny wooden bridges, crossing over the waterfall like they own the place, while the sunlight streaming through the shop's windows casts a warm glow over everything.