The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading down the rough stone walls of a massive, abandoned aqueduct, like, echoing through the empty passageway as it flows. A line of potted aloe plants sits along the center of the channel, somehow unaffected by the rushing water, each one bearing tiny, ornate stone statues perched on top. Air's cool and humid, smelling of damp earth, and I can hear the hum of an odd, unsettling buzzing, low in the distance, while above, the morning sunlight casts a narrow band of brightness that cuts through the passageway's darkness.