The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, crumbling arches support a massive, stone aqueduct that stretches as far as the eye can see...it's late afternoon, with the sun casting this pale, orange-brown light on the structure. The air's humid, and it smells kinda like damp stone and lichen. Uh, water's somehow flowing upwards through the aqueduct, against gravity, like it's being sucked up from the other side, and the sound of dripping water echoes everywhere. The air's still, with no wind or signs of disturbance.