The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dust is settling on a bunch of old, worn-out tools scattered around a small, rustic cabin, like... The air's got this dry, smoky smell, and it's pretty warm with the late afternoon sun casting a cozy glow through the open windows. Uh, a few birds are chirping outside, and a small, antique wooden clock on the mantle somehow continues to wind itself, with the gentle tick-tock being the only noise around here. The sunlight illuminates a few pieces of half-finished furniture that seem to be assembling themselves, with random parts fitting together perfectly without making a sound.