The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through the misty veil of a pretty high waterfall, casting a warm, diffuse glow over a little wooden waterwheel steadily turning in the current of a river. Like, the air's crisp and fresh, with a hint of damp earth and green vegetation. The waterwheel's somehow powering a small, rickety wooden cart that's steadily filling itself with perfectly ripe, identical apples from thin air, as a bunch of ducks swim calmly by in the river, seemingly oblivious to the commotion. It smells like a gentle spring morning in here.