The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A large wooden beam is slowly rotating in a wide circle, somehow perfectly synchronized with the gentle churning of a nearby butter churn, while a group of chickens peck quietly at some grain on the ground. The air's cool and still, with a faint smell of fresh milk from a nearby pail, and the sun's shining down from high in the sky, so it's probably around mid-morning. A small wooden cottage stands off to one side, smoke drifting lazily from its chimney, and for some reason, a perfectly intact, upside-down sailboat is stuck in the thatched roof.