The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A large, wooden waterwheel turns slowly on the edge of a serene pond, like, its gentle creaking filling the still air. Uh, water lilies and other aquatic plants cover the surface of the pond, and a few fish swim lazily just beneath. The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the scene, and the air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. The waterwheel is somehow powering a small, rickety bridge to steadily shift its position, connecting different parts of the pond's shoreline at random intervals.