The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, sticky webs cover every inch of a massive, ancient stone aqueduct, like, millions of daddy long legs are crawling across them, not moving in sync or anything. Umm, air's really still and it smells of damp stone and...olive oil, which is weird. Above, I see stars shining through this odd, hexagonal pattern of holes drilled into the stone ceiling, despite it clearly being daytime – sunlight's not penetrating, though. Water's slowly dripping from these impossible, self-filling jugs suspended from the webs, their ceramic surfaces slick with moisture, refilling themselves somehow.