The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering down through a dusty, grimy skylight above a massive, abandoned aqueduct, like, casting weird shadows across the cracked, concrete floor. Water's slowly flowing uphill, filling a series of worn, stone channels that somehow lead up to the ceiling, and it's pretty damp in here, smelling of mold and mildew. The air's still, no breeze or anything, and I can hear the sound of water echoing off the walls as it flows upwards, like it's defying gravity or something. Uh, it's pretty quiet otherwise, like it's early morning or something.