The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A slow-moving ox is plodding through the middle of a misty rural village, surrounded by worn, thatched-roof cottages that block most of the early morning sunlight. Like, the air is crisp and cool, with a strong scent of damp earth and smoke from the chimneys, as a gentle breeze stirs the still atmosphere. A bunch of freshly baked bread somehow keeps neatly arranging itself into wicker baskets on a wooden cart, which the ox is pulling without anyone controlling it. The sound of birds quietly chirping in the nearby trees fills the calm air, as the sun slowly rises above the horizon.