The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of lazy geese are waddling around a serene, misty lake surrounded by lush greenery and tall reeds, their feathers glistening in the early morning dew. Umm, the air's pretty cool and damp, with a faint scent of wet earth and decaying leaves. Like, a small, old wooden boat is somehow steadily rowing itself across the lake, the oars dipping in and out of the water with a soft splashing sound, despite being completely unoccupied. The stillness of the air is broken only by the distant calls of the geese and the creaking of the boat's wooden hull.