The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense layer of fog's lifting off the calm surface of a lake, revealing a group of beavers constructing an intricate wooden dock. Uh, the air's crisp and cool, with a hint of damp earth and the smell of freshwater fish. Like, the beavers are expertly weaving together the wooden planks, while a nearby family of otters is casually playing a game of chess on a small, ornate stone table that's somehow perfectly balanced on the lake's surface. A school of fish swims by, carrying tiny bits of wood to the beavers.