The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A few cows quietly graze on the lush green grass in a sun-drenched meadow, like, surrounded by a bunch of buzzing bees collecting nectar from wildflowers and the sweet scent of blooming heather in the air. Uh, the gentle breeze stirs the leaves on nearby trees, and a small wooden gate somehow opens and closes itself, letting out a little bunch of baby chicks who start playing with a ball of yarn that's somehow steadily unraveling from a nearby basket. A fluffy white cloud shaped exactly like a kitten watches over the scene, suspended motionless in the clear blue sky.