The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A big-ass storm drain is sitting at the bottom of a massive, dry lakebed. Like, the air's super hot and still, and it smells like baked dirt, and it's probably mid-afternoon judging from the sun beating down on the lakebed. Uh, a bunch of beavers are using tiny little wheelbarrows to move rocks around and somehow, they're actually making the storm drain lift up off the ground, and it's just floating there, like an inch or two off the lakebed, with no visible support holding it up. The only sound is the distant hum of cicadas and the rattling of rocks in the wheelbarrows.