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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of ivy cling to a weathered, medieval-style aqueduct, as it arcs over a shallow, murky canal reflecting the pale orange light of the setting sun. Like, the air's thick with humidity and heavy with the scent of decay and frankincense. Umm, shards of crystal somehow sprout organically from the stone arches, pulsating softly with a low hum, and the sound of dripping water harmonizes with an unseen mechanism in the aqueduct's heart, where a set of rotating, chromed-out orreries eerily mirror the positions of celestial bodies in an entirely different galaxy.