The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of ducks are lazily swimming in a big, serene pond surrounded by some old, worn-down wooden benches and a few trees with blooming cherry blossoms. Uh, a perfectly intact, centuries-old waterwheel is somehow built into the side of a nearby beaver dam, its wooden slats slowly turning as water flows over it. The air's calm and still, filled with the sweet smell of blooming flowers, and the warm sun's shining down from high in the sky, probably around late morning. A team of beavers is somehow using tiny little hammers to repair a small, old wooden bridge.