The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small wooden boat is drifting slowly across a serene, moonlit lake, the sound of gentle lapping water against its hull filling the air. Like, a bunch of fish are somehow rearranging a set of water lilies on the lake's surface to spell out "CATS ARE THE BEST" in neat, flowing letters. The air's heavy with the scent of blooming flowers, and it's pretty warm, with a still, humid atmosphere that's making the stars twinkle above. A small, forgotten lantern is somehow keeping a steady flame going on the boat's prow, despite not having any visible fuel source.