The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small, serene pond in the middle of a dense thicket, sunlight filtering through the leafy branches above, casting dappled shadows on the water's surface. A few frogs are sitting on lily pads, each one playing a tiny, delicate harmonica, like... somehow in perfect harmony with the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. The air's warm and still, thick with the smell of damp earth and greenery. A small wooden dock somehow extends out into the pond, but only visible in the reflection on the water's surface.