The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A cow is methodically walking on a worn-out dirt path along a rural riverbank, the air is humid, and the sky is a pale gray like it just rained. Water's gurgling in the river, and there's a pretty chill atmosphere going on, some birds are even singing in the nearby willows. Uh, somehow, the old wooden planks making up a dilapidated old boat dock are steadily reassembling themselves, reforming broken boards and rusting hinges like nobody's business, pretty casually. A beaver swims silently by in the water, leaving a gentle ripple on the surface.