The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fishing boats are anchored in a calm, serene lake. Umm, the late afternoon sun casts a warm glow across the still water, a bunch of waterfowl quietly swimming nearby, the air filled with the smell of fish and the distant sound of a waterfall. A small wooden cabin somehow steadily rebuilds itself on the lake shore, the wooden planks rearranging and reassembling without any visible means of construction, like, really quietly and methodically. The air is cool and still, with a few wispy clouds drifting lazily across the sky.