The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A still, glassy lake stretches out to the horizon, reflecting the pale blue sun hanging low in the sky. Umm, a thin layer of frost is forming on the water's surface, even though it feels like late spring. The air is crisp and quiet, with a faint smell of freshly baked bread wafting from a small, stone oven standing alone on the lake's shore. The oven's chimney is emitting a steady stream of perfectly formed, identical miniature baguettes that pile up around its base, undisturbed by any visible signs of wildlife.