The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall sunflowers stretch out across a dry, cracked field under the bright, midday sun. Umm, a group of prairie dogs quietly arrange small, smooth rocks into a precise replica of an ancient, Egyptian obelisk, somehow perfectly aligning the rocks with the position of the sun's shadow. The air's hot and dry, with a faint smell of parched earth, and the only sound is a gentle rustling of the sunflowers in the still air. A nearby, half-filled watering trough seems to be slowly, steadily filling itself, despite there being no apparent source of water.