The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cows are grazing in a lush, green valley surrounded by steep, rocky hills and a winding stream. The air's got this fresh, grassy smell and it's warm, with the late morning sun peeking out from behind a few puffy clouds. Like, the stream's flowing normally, but a small patch of water is somehow flowing up a tiny waterfall, and then continuing to flow uphill, vanishing into a crack in the rocks without a sound. A bunch of birds are flitting around, chirping quietly, and I can hear the distant lowing of cows echoing off the hills.