The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a colossal stone aqueduct stretches across the landscape, covered in vines and moss, with water cascading down its sides. Like, the air's got a damp earthy smell, and it's pretty humid, but the late afternoon sun's still warm on my skin... Thousands of thin, translucent snakes weave in and out of the stonework, their bodies somehow supporting the structure, as if they're living, load-bearing pillars. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wet stone and greenery, and my burning lungs appreciate the brief respite from the harsh environment.