The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring from a wooden trough into a stone-lined watering hole, surrounded by a bunch of cows standing in the shade of a few palm trees. The air's really still, like, there's no breeze at all, and the smell of damp earth is heavy. Umm, a nearby beehive has a little door that opens and closes, and bees are just flying in and out, carrying tiny little bundles of straw, but one bee is... carrying a small pebble, somehow keeping it suspended between its legs. The sunlight's directly overhead, casting basically no shadows anywhere.