The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's peeking through the slats of a massive, wooden, open-air bridge suspended hundreds of feet above a churning, white-water river. The air's pretty crisp, with a hint of damp earth smell, and the roar of the river's deafening. A steady stream of large fish is leaping out of the river and just... walking along the bridge's wooden deck, their scales flapping in time with each step like they're marching in unison. The sun's high in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything.