The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of wild geese are just chillin' in a big, serene monastery courtyard, surrounded by old, weathered stone buildings with curved tile roofs. The air is calm and humid, with a strong scent of incense, and a few birds are chirping away in the nearby bamboo groves. Like, this old, wooden prayer wheel somehow keeps turning itself, no one touching it, and it's totally covered in cobwebs and dust. The warm sunlight casts a gentle glow over the whole scene, with a few puffy white clouds drifting lazily by in the clear blue sky.