The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... cobblestone streets stretch out beneath a perpetual, golden-hour twilight, while the CS_Italy-inspired architecture seems to lean inward, as if the very buildings are watching the empty piazzas. Air is heavy with the scent of old stone, woodsmoke, and something faintly metallic, like ozone. Water inexplicably pours upward from the ornate Baroque fountains, refilling them despite the absence of any visible plumbing, while an unsettling stillness hangs over the deserted streets, broken only by the gentle gurgle of reverse water flow. ELON VESTA POWER's eerie blue-green hue casts long shadows across the worn cobblestones.