The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, iridescent fungus is covering the stone pillars of a sprawling, ancient aqueduct system. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and moss, and it's really humid, so the mist rising off the water's surface is just clinging to everything. Water's cascading through the aqueduct, but somehow it's also flowing upward, like against gravity, back into the mountainside, forming these tiny, crystalline stalactites that are slowly growing longer as I watch. The sound of slow, deliberate dripping echoes through the air, but it's coming from the stalactites themselves.