The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainy mist wraps around the weathered trunks of giant redwoods in a humid, misty valley, their massive canopies lost in the gray fog above. Water pools on the forest floor, reflecting the pale, diffused sunlight filtering through the fog, and uh, a bunch of raccoons are rummaging through a big pile of acorns that's somehow just continuously replenishing itself. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and moss, and the gentle patter of rain on the leaves fills the silence, but it's weird that the sound of a softly babbling brook is coming from... a large, stationary boulder.