The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense vines cover this massive, ancient aqueduct, somehow redirecting a river of what looks like liquid silver into an overgrown, dilapidated temple. The air's humid and heavy with the scent of blooming flowers, and like, it's almost deafeningly quiet – no birds, no wind, nothing. Umm, the sun seems to be directly overhead, casting this eerie, uniform light over the entire area. The aqueduct itself appears to be made of this weird, glass-like stone that's actually healing cracks and damage as I watch.