The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight streams through the small windows of a cluttered, old-fashioned laundry room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. A bunch of raccoons are quietly ironing and folding clothes, somehow managing to get every crease perfectly sharp, as a small wooden washing machine churns away in the corner, powered by a gentle stream that flows through the room. Umm, the water level in a nearby bucket seems to be perfectly synchronized with the raccoons' folding motions, and the air's warm and humid, thick with the smell of fresh soap and clean clothes. A tiny marmot is quietly polishing a pair of shoes, using a minuscule wooden shoe shine kit.