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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of fluffy sheep are calmly grazing on the lush green grass of a rolling hillside, while a small, wooden wind-up clock somehow steadily propels a rickety old wheelbarrow up the slope without anyone operating it. Uh, it's pretty cool and still, like a crisp spring morning, with the sun shining down from a partly cloudy sky, and the air's thick with the smell of fresh earth and wet wool. A nearby shallow pond reflects the sky above, its glassy surface undisturbed except for a steady stream of ripe strawberries somehow rising up from the depths and piling onto a nearby wooden platter.