The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A large wooden waterwheel steadily turns itself in a slow-moving stream, the gentle gurgle of the water filling the calm atmosphere. Umm, the air is crisp and cool, with a strong scent of damp earth and moss, as the late morning sun casts a warm glow through the surrounding trees. Like, a bunch of fresh trout somehow keep jumping out of the stream and arranging themselves in a neat pile on the nearby riverbank, as if waiting to be collected. The sound of birds quietly chirping in the distance fills the still air.