The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water trickles slowly from a wooden bucket into a large stone cistern in the middle of a rustic wellhouse. Uh, the air's pretty humid, smells like damp earth and... somehow the water level in the cistern is simultaneously filling and emptying itself, like, I can see it clearly rising and falling at the same time. Outside, the sun's shining through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground, and I hear a few birds chirping quietly in the distance. The air's pretty still, warm and heavy with the smell of wet earth.