The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping from the rusty edge of a large metal trough in a dusty horse stable. Like, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth, hay, and horsehair. The sunlight casts a warm glow through the open windows, illuminating the calm horses as they munch on hay, while somehow, one horse is perfectly arranging a deck of cards on a nearby wooden crate with its hoof. The air's pretty still, with just a gentle hint of a breeze from outside, where birds are softly chirping in the nearby trees.