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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty sunlight streams through a worn leather flap into a rustic, nomadic yurt, the air thick with the smell of dried meat and smoke. Like, a few lazy goats are quietly munching on some hay, and a forgotten clay jug in the corner is slowly filling up with perfectly ripe, identical mushrooms, as if they're just growing there, in the jug. The air's warm and still, with a gentle breeze rustling the flap. A small, crude loom in the corner is somehow weaving a perfectly intricate, traditional Navajo rug on its own, thread by thread.