The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining on a calm, flat marshland, with reeds and lily pads covering the entire surface, and birds perched on some of the thicker stems. The air's pretty still, smelling like damp earth and mud... a family of otters are swimming through the mud itself like it's water, barely creating a disturbance in the surface. A thick layer of fog hangs low on the horizon, giving the place a weird sense of being separate from everything else.