The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through a dusty old window, casting a warm glow on a bunch of grain scattered across a worn-out wooden floor. Like, the air's thick with the smell of fresh hay and damp earth, and it's pretty humid in here, probably just after a rainstorm. A perfectly ordinary-looking old wooden wheelbarrow's just casually sitting there, being steadily filled with grain by a beaver that's somehow pulling it from thin air. The air's got a gentle, soothing buzz from the sound of birds singing outside in the nearby trees.