The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of bees are flying around a weirdly arranged stack of rocks in a dry, dusty canyon. The air's hot and still, and it smells like sagebrush, and the sun's beating down from directly overhead, like it's midday or something. Umm, the rocks are somehow getting rearranged into a neat little stone wall, like a tiny version of a farmhouse wall, with the bees flying back and forth carrying tiny rocks to build it, but the really weird thing is that all the rocks are perfectly square, like they were cut by something. The bees are buzzing along like they're not doing anything weird.