The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: There's a vast, abandoned aqueduct stretching out as far as I can see, half-submerged in the desert sand. The sun is like... high noon, casting a harsh, direct light, and the air is scorching hot, smelling of dry earth and spices. Water trickles through a series of ornate, symbolic gates reflecting the real-time Litecoin price chart, and for some reason, the water itself is slowly spelling out quotes from Finnegans Wake in perfect, fluid script on the sandy aqueduct floor. A massive, levitating crystal orb just kinda... sits there, motionless, a kilometer or so down the aqueduct.