The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight streams in from the narrow windows high up on the stone walls of a rustic, abandoned dairy barn. The air's thick with dust and the smell of moldy hay, but it's... oddly sweet, like, despite the barn clearly being neglected for years. The stillness is almost palpable, as if the whole space is holding its breath – but weirdly, a couple of rusty old buckets are quietly filling with milk, like it's just magically flowing into them. Outside, a warm afternoon breeze carries the gentle lowing of unseen cattle across the fields.