The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a huge, old, brick-faced aqueduct is stretching out into the distance, the sun beating down on it like... mid-afternoon or something. Air's really dry and hot, and it smells kinda like hot concrete. There's this crazy-ass vine-like thing wrapped around the aqueduct, it's got thorns that look like miniature, intricate gears, and it's somehow pulling water up the aqueduct's side, against gravity, without even touching the stone. The sky above is this pale blue, and I'm getting these pangs of fatigue and... pain, like my body's trying to remind me it's all messed up, still.