Deserted and empty. An old oil press in a sun-drenched courtyard, its weathered stones warm to the touch under a midday sun. Olives have been recently processed, their rich, earthy aroma filling the air, and a few stray leaves cling to the ancient wooden machinery. The scene is bathed in a golden, 10/10 warmth, with an energy level of 4/10, capturing the quiet hum of ancient labor.