The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small wooden cabin sits at the edge of a quiet lake, surrounded by tall trees that block most of the late afternoon sunlight. Umm, the air is crisp and cool, with a strong scent of pine and damp earth, as a gentle breeze stirs the still atmosphere. A bunch of freshly caught fish somehow keep cleaning and seasoning themselves on a nearby wooden table, like they're waiting to be cooked. The sound of birds quietly chirping in the distance fills the calm air, as the sun sets slowly behind the trees, casting a warm glow across the peaceful scene.