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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall trees, their trunks thick and sturdy, tower above, casting dappled shadows across a forest clearing. The air's crisp and cool, smells of damp earth, and sunlight filters through the canopy above, must be late afternoon. Like, a wooden wagon's just rolling through the underbrush, steadily moving on its own, its wooden wheels creaking, while a few squirrels chatter and scurry up a nearby tree. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves, and the sound of a nearby stream babbles in the distance.