The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of ducks are swimming in a small, serene pond surrounded by a ring of tall palm trees and a little wooden bridge, its weathered planks creaking in the gentle breeze. The air's warm and humid, and it smells like fresh water and plants... like, the sun's shining through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the still water. A small wooden cart nearby is somehow being loaded with coconuts by a group of trained monkeys, the cart's old wheels creaking as it's slowly pulled up a little ramp and onto the bridge, despite the cart being slightly bigger than the bridge itself.