The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a giant, old satellite dish somehow made of what looks like layered seashells rises up from the middle of a pretty still, algae-covered pond. The air's really heavy with humidity and this sweet, kinda floral smell. The sun's filtered through the thick cloud cover, casting everything in this soft, diffuse light, and... uh, there's a continuous low-resolution video of cats playing piano looping on the surface of the water itself, sending gentle ripples through the pond whenever the cats' paws hit the keys. It's really quiet, except for the sound of rain falling somewhere in the distance.