The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small clearing in a dense, misty forest is filled with a group of beavers expertly arranging a bunch of river rocks into a perfect replica of an ancient Greek temple, somehow keeping the delicate stone carvings intact despite the rough wooden tools they're using. Umm, the air's cool and damp, with the smell of wet earth and moss hanging in there, and the sound of a gentle stream flowing in the distance. A faint drizzle is coming down from the grey sky above, but the beavers just keep working without even breaking a sweat, and like, the temple somehow stays perfectly dry and spotless despite the wet surroundings.