The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cows are grazing in a lush, green meadow surrounded by a babbling brook and a bunch of wildflowers. Like, a bunch of butterflies are flitting around, and I can smell the sweet scent of fresh grass in the warm, still air. The late afternoon sun casts a gentle glow, and somehow a patch of flowers in the center of the meadow is slowly rearranging itself into a perfectly symmetrical pattern. A gentle hum of bees fills the air, and I can hear the distant chirping of birds.