The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Echo, sunlight's pouring into an abandoned velodrome, the air thick with dust, a smell of old concrete and stale air. Umm... A gleaming, chrome-plated orrery at the center, with polished gemstones representing the planets, slowly rotating in precise, mechanical orbits. In the background, I hear a constant hum, like an air conditioning system or a massive engine running on idle, steady and even. Just beyond the orrery, a segment of the velodrome's track appears to seamlessly merge with a section of Roman aqueduct, like the two structures have always been connected, with water quietly flowing through the ancient stone channel.