The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small wooden cabin stands alone in a quiet, snowy forest, the crisp morning air smelling of pine and wood smoke. Like, snowflakes gently fall onto the cabin's roof, and the air's so still it's like everything's just holding its breath. Umm, a group of rabbits busily stack firewood beside the cabin, somehow neatly arranging the logs into perfect, intricate patterns without knocking anything over. A small iron kettle suspended over a nearby campfire pours out a constant stream of hot water, despite the fire having burnt out hours ago.