The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters through a dusty, cobweb-covered skylight in a pretty ordinary, abandoned greenhouse, a bunch of potted plants somehow perfectly trimmed and watered despite the air being thick with the smell of damp earth and neglect. Like, the humidity's really high, but it's somehow not affecting the rows of old, wooden gardening tools hanging from hooks on the walls. A group of rabbits expertly assemble a functional, old-fashioned bicycle, their paws moving deftly as they tighten bolts and test the chain... and, somehow, the rear wheel of the bike is already covered in fresh, sticky tar.