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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming through a grimy skylight in an old general store's backroom, casting a warm glow on crates of dusty vegetables and bundles of twine. Like, a bunch of lazy squirrels are busily sorting a collection of shiny coins into neat little piles, while an old, hand-cranked sewing machine somehow keeps stitching together a patchwork quilt, even though it's not attached to anything. A gentle breeze rustles the dry leaves of nearby crates, carrying the scent of stale hay and earthy decay, probably late afternoon. The room seems to be rotating, ever so slowly, like it's mounted on a giant turntable.