The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a dusty window, casting a warm glow over a cozy little bakery in what looks like a small village. The air's thick with the smell of freshly baked bread, and it's pretty still except for the sound of birds chirping outside. Uh, somehow a wooden spoon is steadily stirring a big bowl of dough, while a bunch of pigeons are calmly sorting through a pile of fresh flour, carefully measuring out exact portions for a batch of what looks like croissants. The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the surrounding thatched roofs.