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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turbid, emerald-green water churns through a massive, ancient mill wheel set into the side of a crumbled, moss-covered monastery, its shattered wooden spokes half-submerged in the pool below. The air is heavy with the smell of wet stone, and it's eerily still, despite the water's turbulent flow. Like, somehow, the wheel's worn, stone hub is inscribed with a tiny, delicate copy of the Poimandres - in the actual, original Greek - yet it's seemingly... been here for centuries, despite being totally unweathered. Uh, above, a faint, diffuse light seeps through the cloudy sky.