The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering in through some grimy windows, casting a pretty warm glow over a bunch of worn-out tools and machinery scattered around this old garage... wait, no, this is actually a pretty cluttered woodworking shop. It smells like, uh, freshly cut wood and sawdust, and it's pretty still in here except for a steady stream of wood chips somehow flowing uphill to fill a hopper that's feeding a large wood lathe, which is continuously churning out intricately carved table legs that are just piling up on the floor. Outside, I can see it's a partly cloudy afternoon with a few birds chirping in the nearby trees.