The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a big ol' boulder's just chillin' in the middle of a calm, shallow lake, surrounded by tall pine trees that are, like, super still in the breezeless air. The sun's pretty high in the sky, so I'm guessing it's late morning, and the air's got a crisp, fresh smell like after a light rain. A group of trained beavers are casually building a little wooden lodge around the boulder, somehow using giant water lilies as roofing material without any of them, like, sinking into the water or anything. The water itself is crystal clear, reflecting the trees like a perfect mirror.