The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small herd of goats is grazing on the lush green grass of a rolling hillside, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the scene. The air is still, with a faint scent of fresh earth and wildflowers hanging over everything. Umm, like, a small wooden cart is somehow steadily making its way up the hill, loaded with what looks like a bunch of fresh vegetables, but there's no horse or ox pulling it - just a few crows perched on the side, watching as it goes by. The atmosphere is peaceful and serene.