The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small waterfall cascades down a rocky slope into a totally calm, mirror-like lake in the middle of a dense redwood forest, umm, the sound of rushing water fills the air, which is crisp and clean. Like, a bunch of otters swim around on the lake's surface, chasing each other in circles, but somehow one of them is casually carrying a small, burning campfire on its back. The air is cool and still, and I can smell the scent of damp earth and trees, with the late morning sun casting dappled shadows across the forest floor. The only other sound is the creaking of the trees in the breeze.