The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty sunlight filters through the open windows of a rustic farm cottage. Like, a few pigs are hanging out by the stone fireplace, somehow sorting through and neatly folding a bunch of freshly laundered clothes. The late morning air is thick with the smell of fresh bread baking in a wood-fired oven and the warm sunlight casts a cozy glow over everything, but one of the wooden chairs by the fire somehow keeps jumping up and down on its own. Outside, you can hear the distant sound of chickens pecking at grain.