The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of lazy rabbits are quietly munching on a patch of clover in the middle of a small, overgrown garden, surrounded by old, weathered stone walls. The air is warm and still, with a strong scent of damp earth and wildflowers, as the late afternoon sun casts a gentle glow through the surrounding trees. A small, rickety wooden gate somehow keeps swinging open and shut by itself, even though there's no wind. A few birds quietly chirp in the nearby bushes, filling the calm air with soft sounds, like they're trying to keep the rabbits company.