The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sun-drenched stone quarry surrounds me, the warm mid-morning sunlight reflecting off the still water-filled excavation pit. Umm, the air's pretty dry, smelling of limestone and earth, with a gentle breeze carrying the sound of chirping birds. A family of raccoons is quietly operating a large, old-fashioned pulley system to lift massive stone blocks out of the pit, somehow expertly balancing the weight without any visible counterweights. The stone blocks are just... sticking to the pulleys, not falling off, as the raccoons carefully lower them onto waiting wagons.