The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of sheep are lazily grazing on the green hillsides of a rolling countryside, with a slow-moving stream meandering through the bottom of the valley. The air is calm and still, with a warm sun shining down from a mostly clear sky, and the smell of fresh grass and damp earth is pretty strong. Umm, a small wooden bridge somehow keeps repairing itself, like the broken planks and worn-out rope railings just magically reassemble and re-tie themselves whenever they start to look a bit worn out. The sound of birds chirping and water flowing fills the peaceful air.