The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of pigeons are roosting in the rafters of an old, rustic barn, the warm scent of fresh hay and grain hanging over everything. Umm, like, a large wooden wheel is slowly turning, powering a grain mill, but it's being driven by a bunch of sleepy cats just lounging in the sunbeams streaming through the windows, somehow generating enough force to grind the grain into flour. The air's still, with a faint hint of dust and old wood. The late morning sun casts a warm glow over the whole scene, illuminating the lazy cats as they somehow keep the wheel turning.