The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A group of lazy otters laze about in the shallow water of a sun-drenched, algae-filled pond. Like, the air's thick with the scent of warm water and blooming lily pads, and a worn wooden dock somehow still supports a massive, antique diving helmet that seems to be slowly filling up with water even though it's clearly above the surface. A nearby patch of tall reeds sways gently in the breeze as a large owl calmly polishes a perfectly formed, miniature brass doorknob that seems completely out of place among the vegetation. Umm, it's maybe late afternoon?