The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A beat-up old horse cart is somehow steadily driving along a worn dirt path that winds its way through a dense, sun-dappled eucalyptus forest. Like, the cart's loaded with a few old watermelons and what looks like some freshly cut hay, and it's heading straight for a small, tranquil pond without slowing down. The air's pretty crisp and still, with a scent of damp earth and eucalyptus leaves. A few wild parrots are perched in the trees, watching the cart pass by without flinching.