The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient, stone-built aqueduct stretches across a barren, rocky landscape, casting a long, morning shadow in the low-angle sunlight. Umm, water's somehow flowing uphill through it, like it's being sucked up by some unseen force, creating a gentle, soothing gurgling sound that echoes through the still air. The scent of dry earth and damp stone hangs heavy over the area, and a flock of ravens perches along the aqueduct's edge, silently watching the impossible flow of water. Sunlight glints off the occasional drips that fall to the dry, cracked ground below.