The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small, old-fashioned wooden cottage sits in the middle of a rolling green meadow, surrounded by tall trees that block most of the late morning sunlight. Umm, the air is cool and damp, with a strong scent of freshly baked bread and a faint smell of smoke from the chimney, as a gentle breeze stirs the still atmosphere. A bunch of freshly washed laundry somehow keeps folding and neatly stacking itself on a nearby wooden bench, like it's waiting to be put away, while a few birds quietly chirp in the nearby trees. The atmosphere is peaceful and calm.