The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense thicket of ferns surrounds a large, slow-moving tortoise, umm, the late afternoon sun filtering through the leaves above. The air is humid and still, with a scent of damp earth and greenery. A small, wooden cart somehow remains steadily attached to the tortoise's shell, carrying a load of neatly arranged, smooth river rocks that seem to be carefully polished. The sound of leaves rustling and a faint buzzing of insects fills the air as the tortoise continues on its slow, deliberate path.