The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small wooden boat, half-filled with fresh vegetables, gently rocks back and forth in the calm waters of a secluded lake, surrounded by tall reeds and water lilies. Like, the air's warm and humid, with a hint of damp earth, and a few lazy dragonflies zip around the boat, somehow perfectly mirroring the gentle swaying of the reeds. Umm, a family of otters on the lake's shore are quietly arranging a bunch of smooth stones into a precise replica of the constellation Orion, and the water level in the lake seems to be perfectly synchronized with the otters' movements.