The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a small wooden cart is somehow steadily climbing a steep, rocky mountain path, with no visible means of propulsion, while a group of goats quietly graze on the nearby scrubby vegetation. It's a pretty clear day, judging by the bright blue sky and the sun shining down from almost directly overhead, so it's probably around noon. The air's crisp and cool, with a light breeze carrying the smell of damp earth from somewhere nearby. A small, tranquil waterfall cascades down the side of the mountain, creating a gentle roar that fills the air.