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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A worn, wooden waterwheel slowly rotates under a bright, sunny sky, its steady creaking somehow perfectly synchronized with the sound of a nearby stream babbling over smooth rocks. Like, a bunch of oxen are expertly operating an old-fashioned gristmill, somehow keeping the grain flowing at a steady rate despite the uneven terrain. The air's warm and still, with the smell of fresh flour hanging in there, and umm, a perfectly ripe apple somehow remains suspended in mid-air amidst the falling grain, never getting crushed or dirty. The sun casts a warm glow across the scene.