The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming through the large, grimy windows of an old wooden gristmill, casting a warm glow over a bunch of geese calmly sorting through a huge pile of grains. The air's thick with the smell of fresh flour and dust, and it's pretty quiet except for the sound of the geese softly honking as they work. Water's flowing steadily over a large, wooden waterwheel outside, somehow powering a tiny, wooden toy submarine that's steadily navigating the nearby stream, completely underwater. The afternoon sun's casting a gentle glow over the surrounding fields and forests.