The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a small wooden boat's gliding effortlessly across the calm surface of a serene mountain lake, its gentle ripples causing the sunlight to dance across the water. The air's crisp and cool, with a hint of pine, and it's dead still except for the sound of a waterfall cascading down the distant mountainside. Like, the boat's somehow navigating itself around a bunch of peacefully swimming swans, while a few fish are leaping out of the water to tidy up a nearby patch of water lilies, pruning the stems and leaves with tiny, delicate nips. The late morning sun casts a warm glow over the surrounding forest.