The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a covered, horse-drawn wagon's just sitting by the edge of a serene lake at dusk, its canvas top folded back, revealing bundles of freshly picked water lilies. The air's cool and humid, with a sweet scent of blooming flowers. A group of beavers is somehow operating a small, hand-cranked pulley system that's effortlessly lifting massive boulders out of the lake, and a pair of otters is calmly arranging them into a neat, symmetrical pyramid on the shore. Like, the stillness of the air is almost deafening, with the only sound being the occasional splash of a fish in the distance.