The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small, wooden sailboat is somehow gliding smoothly across a serene, mirror-like lake without any wind in the calm, still air. Like, a few lazy swans are swimming nearby, their reflections perfectly mirrored in the water, while the surrounding trees stand tall with leaves that barely rustle in the silence. Umm, the sail on the boat just kind of... stays puffed out, even though the air's completely dead, as the warm sunlight casts a gentle glow over the peaceful scene. The scent of fresh water and greenery fills the air.