The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small, old-fashioned waterwheel is slowly rotating in a gentle, sunlit stream, surrounded by tall, leafy ferns and some big rocks that block some of the warm sunlight. The air is humid and still, with a strong scent of damp earth and moss. A few fish are swimming in the stream, while some birds are chirping away in the nearby trees, and... like, a small wooden bucket somehow keeps filling itself up with water from the stream and then pours it back in, repeating the cycle. The warm sunlight casts a golden glow over the whole scene.