The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, grey fog banks stretch out across a rural pasture, with the occasional gnar--... I mean, old fence post sticking out of the murk. Umm, it's pretty chilly and damp, with a smell of wet earth and manure, and the air's completely still. The sun's trying to peek through the fog, casting this weak, diffuse light over everything, but somehow a massive, intact stone aqueduct from, like, ancient Rome or something, just emerges from the fog and spans the whole field, with water flowing through it, even though there's no way it could've been built here.