The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small wooden water buffalo is steadily pumping water into a large, serene stone pond surrounded by tall reeds and papyrus, its calm ripples causing the late afternoon sunlight to dance across the water's surface. Like, a bunch of lotus flowers are just sitting on the water's surface, somehow keeping their position perfectly steady as a gentle breeze stirs the reeds around them. The air's warm and still, thick with the scent of mud and water plants. Uh, somehow a nearby patch of reeds is quietly weaving itself into a small, sturdy basket.