The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, this massive, ancient aqueduct stretches out before me, partially buried in a dense thicket of what looks like carnivorous pitcher plants, their leaves snapping shut with a faint, eerie hum. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of damp stone and ozone, and it's weirdly cool and misty despite the direct sunlight filtering down from above, casting no shadows anywhere. A steady, pulsing current seems to be flowing through the aqueduct's stone walls, somehow animating a series of ancient, crumbling statues that are embedded in the structure - they're slowly, laboriously rebuilding themselves.