The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A long, straight canal stretches out, the water's calm with a few ripples, reflecting the early afternoon sun like a perfect mirror. Umm, there are a bunch of old cargo barges moored to the sides, with big piles of grain or coal on them... The weird thing is, the grain's somehow getting unloaded from the barges onto the docks, without any visible machinery or movement - it just flows up these little chutes like it's water. The air's pretty still, with a faint smell of damp earth and mildew, like after a recent rain.