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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water pours from a small stone fountain in the middle of a quaint, moss-covered courtyard. A few lazy chickens peck at stray grains on the cobblestone ground, like, completely unbothered by the bunch of wooden brooms sweeping up fallen leaves on their own, somehow navigating around the birds and a bunch of potted herbs without knocking anything over. The late morning sun casts a warm glow through a small wooden trellis above the fountain, with a sweet scent of fresh bread wafting in from somewhere nearby. The air's still and humid, heavy with the smell of wet earth.