The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight is shining through a bunch of leafy vines that are wrapped around this really old, crumbling stone arch. Like, a small stream is babbling away, and a few fish are swimming around in it, but one fish keeps jumping up onto the bank and sitting there for a few seconds before flopping back into the water. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and moss, and the late morning sun is casting a warm glow over everything. A few birds are singing in the distance, and a small wooden wheelbarrow nearby is somehow steadily moving by itself, as if someone's pushing it, but there's nothing around it.