The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a family of otters are diligently maintaining a fully functioning, old-fashioned clock tower in the middle of a tranquil, sun-drenched village square, complete with intricate stonework and a bunch of lazy pigeons roosting in the rafters. Like, the air's filled with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers and the warm sunlight casts a golden glow over the entire scene. The air's still, with just a hint of a breeze rustling the nearby thatched roofs, and somehow, a single tortoise is steadily turning the clock's massive gears with ease. The sun's high overhead.