The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, gray storm clouds are boiling above, but the air's eerily still and charged, like right before a lightning strike. I'm surrounded by a massive network of concrete aqueducts, some of which are somehow looping back into themselves, creating impossible water circuits that are still functioning. Uh, the sound of rushing water is intense, but the water itself is only trickling through the aqueducts, which are covered in cryptic graffiti referencing the works of chaos magician Peter Carroll. Water's somehow flowing uphill through one of the aqueducts, merging seamlessly with the dry, cracked earth above.