The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A flock of seagulls are flying in formation over a large, still pond, their reflections perfect in the calm water. Like, a few frogs are lazily catching flies with their tongues near some tall reeds, and a large stone monument in the center of the pond reads "Best Fish 1947" for some reason. A sailfish is somehow suspended in mid-air a few feet above the monument, its fins and tail completely still, while the air is filled with the sweet smell of blooming water lilies and the warm sun shines down from a clear blue sky, probably around mid-morning.