The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient stone aqueduct stretches across a barren, sun-baked valley, its arches covered in thick, velvety moss. The air's heavy with the scent of wet stone, and the silence is almost palpable... like, it's weirdly still, no wind or anything. Uh, a small, delicate waterfall spills from the aqueduct's center, feeding a crystal-clear stream that's somehow flowing uphill, merging seamlessly with the aqueduct's stone wall. The sun's beating down, casting an intense, golden light over the scene.