 Walden. A game. On the reflective surface of a digitally rendered pond passing through the seasons, words appear. I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To live so sturdily and spartan-like is to reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, to get the whole ingenuine meanness of it, or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and to give a true account of it. The wooden frame of a small cabin stands in a lush green forest. In the evening, purple clouds hang in the sky over a tree-lined lake. The sun shines down on the lake to pick blueberries from the bush, then we fish from the lake using a long stick. We approach a small green and white lizard, hiding inside a fallen log, flaps its wings, then dives into the dark. At dusk, we move to the water's edge, where a hummingbird feeds in the bushes. After an open book, an instructor scolds us. You've found Emerson's copy of Confucius, an on-screen text box tells us. Returned to him to claim the inspiration this text offers, a man in Victorian attire appears. A little book, trees sway beneath an arched rainwater. We move our way through the shallows at the shore of the lake, and stop beside a stag of balanced rocks. The direction of it instructs us to row a small boat away from the shore. We take a flyer from a notice board, surveying job available, payment of $1 by town officials upon submission. Later, we make our way along a railroad track, and peer through antiquated surveyor's equipment. Our findings are noted on a scrolled, sun-dappled path. We stop beside a tree, and admire the yellow flowers on the framed-in cabin, and travel across the icy pond. Later, we approach a row of buildings, and enter a shop. Good day, Henry! The shopkeeper waves. In a well-appointed study, Emerson reads a book about the local wildlife of Concord, Massachusetts. Back at the lake, the ice recedes from the shore, awkward birds flies overhead.