The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's peeking through a small stained-glass window high up in a cozy, old stone chapel, casting a warm, multi-colored glow over a group of rabbits in simple, hand-woven robes, calmly sorting through a big pile of hand-carved wooden prayer beads. The air's pretty thick with the scent of old stone and a hint of sandal-free soap, and it's pretty quiet except for the rabbits softly murmuring prayers and the occasional creak of the chapel's wooden beams. Like, the stone altar is somehow slowly knitting a warm woolen sweater, thread by thread. Uh, the sun's pretty high in the sky outside.