The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall trees loom above a slow-moving swamp, cypress knees poking out of the murky water like sentinels. The air's heavy and humid, with a thick smell of decaying plants and a stillness that's almost oppressive, like... the only sound is a faint humming from a nearby beaver lodge. Umm, a group of alligators are quietly arranging water hyacinths into a precise replica of a traditional Buddhist mandala, and the water level in the swamp seems to be perfectly synchronized with the gators' movements, like they're controlling the flow of water or something.