The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small, rickety wooden bridge stretches over a babbling brook in a lush, green forest, surrounded by tall trees and overgrown ferns. The air's cool and humid, like it's early morning, and it smells like damp earth and moss. A few feet away, a wild boar is somehow steadily operating a manual water pump, filling up a nearby wooden bucket with clear water from the brook, while a couple of curious rabbits watch from a nearby rock, munching on some fresh greens. The sunlight filtering through the trees is casting dappled shadows on the forest floor.