The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a tiny wooden church sits in the middle of a vast, serene lake, surrounded by nothing but calm, mirror-like water and a few drifting water lilies. A family of beavers is busy constructing a miniature, functioning organ inside the church, using what looks like twigs, mud, and...somehow, iridescent butterfly wings. The air's still and cool, with the faint smell of blooming aquatic plants, and it's probably early evening judging by the warm, golden light reflecting off the water. Like, the beavers seem to be somehow making the church's wooden beams grow longer as they work.