The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A pretty big beaver's just casually operating an old-fashioned wooden loom, steadily weaving together what looks like some pretty intricate patterns on a rug. The air's got a gentle, soothing hum from a nearby babbling brook, and the sunlight filtering through the open windows is casting a warm glow over the whole scene. The room's pretty humid, like it just rained, and there's a faint smell of fresh hay hanging around. The wooden threads are somehow being steadily replenished from thin air as the beaver works.