The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, weathered stone steles stretch out of the fog-shrouded ground like they were pushed up from underneath, the air's heavy with a damp earthy smell. The sky's a pale gray, like it's not quite dawn yet, but there's no sound of birds or insects, just... silence, stillness. A piece of what looks like an intact Roman aqueduct somehow intersects one of the stone markers at a perfect right angle, water dripping from the broken end into a stagnant puddle below. My head's throbbing, vision blurring a little, but I'm trying to focus...