The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A pretty dense thicket of overgrown bushes surrounds this old, broken-down water pump, and a steady trickle of water is somehow feeding a miniature, self-contained waterfall, cascading down a stack of worn-out bricks. Umm, air's thick with the smell of damp soil and vegetation, and sunlight's filtering through in dappled patterns. Like, on the side of the pump, there's a label that reads "Certified Organic Free Range Water" in neat, black letters. The sound of gently burbling water is somehow perfectly in sync with the beat of a rap song that I know I've heard before.