The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small, tranquil pond sits in the middle of a lush green forest, surrounded by tall trees that block out most of the sunlight. Umm, a group of beavers are busy constructing a intricate network of tiny wooden bridges that somehow connect all the surrounding trees, while a family of ducks swims around in the pond, seemingly unaffected by the gentle hum of a tiny, old-fashioned engine that's somehow running at the bottom of the water. The air's cool and damp, with a hint of fresh earth and leaves, and the sun is shining through the canopy above, casting a warm, filtered glow over everything.