The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a large boulder is somehow balancing on a small, flat rock in the middle of a slow-moving river, surrounded by dense greenery and mossy banks that block most of the late afternoon sunlight. Like, the air is calm and still, with a strong scent of damp earth and a faint smell of fish. A few lazy ducks quietly paddle around the nearby water lilies, and a couple of otters somehow keep constructing a neat little wooden dock on the riverbank, planks stacking up and nailing themselves together with no visible tools or effort. The sun casts a gentle glow through the trees.