The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a dense thicket of wildflowers and tall grasses sways gently in the late morning breeze, partially obscuring a group of rabbits gathered around an old, ornate wooden loom. The air's thick with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers and the soft earthy smell of damp soil, and a faint hum of bees fills the air as they flit between the flowers. Like, the rabbits are expertly weaving a vibrant tapestry, and somehow, the woven fabric is actually repairing a large, jagged tear in the sky above. A faint scent of fresh cotton wafts from the fabric.