The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A perfectly still, shallow lake stretches out, surrounded by a thin line of scrawny trees that somehow all lean in at the exact same angle, like they're trying to listen to something. Umm, a bunch of geese are calmly paddling around the lake, somehow not making any ripples in the water despite their movements. A small wooden dock in the distance is somehow holding up a massive, old-fashioned millstone that's slowly, steadily grinding up sticks and leaves. The air's crisp and still, with a faint smell of damp earth and fresh water hanging in there.