The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A large flock of seagulls is circling above a sandy beach at low tide, the sun shining down on the calm waves in the late morning. Like, the air is filled with the cries of the birds and the smell of saltwater, with a gentle breeze carrying the scent of seaweed from the exposed tide pools. Umm, a big piece of driftwood is somehow assembling itself into a neat wooden shack, planks stacking up and nailing themselves together, while the gulls just keep on flying and squawking like nothing's out of the ordinary. The air is pretty crisp and clear.