The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of sheep are grazing in a big, green valley surrounded by these massive, ancient stone monuments, like, the air's still and calm, with just a faint breeze carrying the sweet smell of blooming heather. The sun's shining down from high in the sky, probably around late morning, and its warm rays are reflecting off the surface of a tiny, crystal-clear lake in the distance. A perfectly intact, centuries-old stone mill somehow has a giant, fully functional Ferruginous hawk's nest built into its chimney, its twigs and leaves somehow not catching fire as smoke puffs out below.