The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, old fishing nets are hanging off the sides of a small, weathered sailboat drifting in the middle of a serene, sunlit lake surrounded by dense, lush greenery and a few waterfalls. A few swans are swimming around the boat, their feathers glistening in the warm sunlight, and the air's pretty still, with a faint scent of wet earth and decaying leaves. Like, the sailboat's somehow navigating around the lake on its own, its worn canvas sails catching the gentle breeze despite being completely unattended. The warm sunlight filters through the mist rising from the waterfalls.