The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of dense fog seep from cracks in an ancient, worn, Roman aqueduct, which stretches as far as the eye can see across a parched, dusty canyon. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and ozone. Like, pale yellow sunlight filters through the fog, casting an eerie glow on thousands of fossilized birds, suspended mid-flight in the air, their feathers etched into the aqueduct's stonework as if frozen in an instant. The silence is oppressive, punctuated by the sound of dripping water echoing through the structure's tunnels.