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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, crumbling arches, like the kind found in some long-abandoned Roman aqueduct, span a narrow, slow-moving canal, the water's surface covered in a layer of iridescent, swirling oil. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of sandalwood and damp stone, and a faint, sweet melody, like the sound of a solo glass harmonica, seems to emanate from the oil itself. As the last remnants of sunlight fade, the canal begins to... somehow physically unravel, its water and stone components disentangling like a thread pulled from a sweater, leaving a faint, shimmering lattice in their wake.