The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, glistening water flows uphill through a winding canal, somehow defying gravity as it feeds into a sprawling network of aqueducts within an abandoned, overgrown temple complex. Umm, air's thick with humidity, heavy with the scent of decaying vegetation and the faint tang of sea salt, even though we're clearly miles inland. Sun's high overhead, casting dappled shadows across the crumbling stone as a series of gleaming, crystalline formations sprout from the walls like they're a natural part of the architecture, their facets reflecting shards of light back into the water below. The air's perfectly still.