The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming into a dusty, old-fashioned general store, like, through the grimy front windows. Baskets of fresh bread and jars of jam are stacked on wooden shelves, and a small counter has a bunch of eggs and cheese laid out. For some reason, a wheel of cheddar is steadily rotating on its own, just quietly spinning around without any visible means of doing so, while the air's warm and still and smells of fresh bread and milk. A bunch of chickens are pecking at some spilled grain near the counter, clucking softly.