The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of ducks are swimming in a peaceful pond surrounded by a bunch of old, gnarled wooden docks, the air's crisp and still, with a scent of damp wood and a hint of aquatic plants. Like, the sunlight is peeking through the tall reeds, casting a warm glow over the scene, and the sound of steady lapping of the water against the docks is pretty soothing. A small wooden bucket is somehow steadily scooping up water and pouring it back into the pond, like it's being wielded by an invisible hand, while the ducks just calmly swim around it. The water level never changes.