The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's reflecting off the rippling surface of a massive, serene lake, like, a perfect mirror image of the sky above. A lone sailboat is drifting aimlessly, its canvas sails billowing in the breeze, but its wooden hull's somehow... seamlessly merging with the trunk of a living tree that's growing right out of the water, the tree's leaves swaying in sync with the waves. Umm, the air's really crisp and fresh, with a hint of pine, and the only sound is the gentle lapping of water against the hull.