The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky is a deep, burnt orange as the sun sets over a massive, abandoned aqueduct, its stone pillars cracked and worn, like, vines snaking through the rubble. The air's heavy with the smell of wet earth and ozone. Water trickles from small openings, collecting in tiny pools that seem to be influencing the movement of nearby debris, shifting it in a slow, synchronized pattern. A massive, frozen wave – like it's been plucked from the ocean and just, paused in mid-air – towers over the aqueduct's edge, its crest curled over as if it's about to crash down, but it's just... stuck there.