The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A lazy alligator lies motionless in the center of a dry, cracked mudflat, surrounded by cacti and rocky outcroppings. Like, the air is scorching and dry, and it smells like earth and decay. Umm, water is somehow flowing upwards from the parched ground, creating a tiny oasis in the middle of this arid wasteland, and a bunch of nearby ants are busily constructing a miniature wooden bridge between two rocks. The sun beats down relentlessly overhead, and the air is totally still, making it feel like it's midday or something.