The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A slow-moving herd of wild buffalo are grazing on the lush green grass in a wide, open valley surrounded by towering mountain ranges. Uh, the air's crisp and cool, smells like fresh earth and wildflowers, and the sky's a bright blue with just a few puffy white clouds drifting lazily by. Like, in the middle of the herd, a old, worn-out wooden door is somehow just... standing upright on the grass, looking totally out of place, and a bunch of birds are perched on it, chirping and singing away. The sun's high up in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything.