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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked and worn stone flagstones reflect the warm sunlight, with tufts of bright green moss sprouting through the seams. The air's cool, slightly damp, and smells of rain that must have passed through recently... a thin fog still hangs low in the surrounding valleys. Water somehow flows in a continuous, glassy sheet along the crest of a nearby ridge, like it's running along the top of an invisible aqueduct, and a massive granite boulder lies shattered in the distance, the jagged edges slowly reassembling into their original shape before crumbling again, over and over. Uh, the sun's around mid-morning, shining through the fog banks.