The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of buffalo are chillin' by the side of a serene mountain lake, somehow expertly folding up a bunch of worn-out laundry that's strewn about the grassy shoreline. Uh, the air's pretty crisp and clean, with a hint of freshwater scent, and the late afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the surrounding trees. Like, the water's surface is super calm, reflecting the mountains perfectly, and a small wooden boat in the middle is somehow steadily knitting a fishing net. A gentle breeze stirs the reeds, and the sound of lapping water is the only noise around.