The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of sheep are just chillin' in a vast, green meadow surrounded by low hills and a small stream running through it. Like, the air's crisp and still, with a scent of fresh grass and a hint of... bacon, somehow, even though there's no visible source of food around. Uh, a small, old-fashioned wind-up clock is somehow just lying in the middle of the stream, and its hands are steadily moving, despite being partially submerged in the water, and its tick-tock sound is echoing through the meadow. The sun's pretty high in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything.