The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water cascades down the center of a vast, symmetrical staircase, vanishing into darkness at its base, while the air's thick with the scent of jasmine and ozone-free lightning. The stillness is punctuated only by a slow creaking of stone and faint tremors in the staircase, echoing a series of low, subterranean earthquakes. Morning sunlight, cast from an unseen source, highlights strange symbols etched into the stone risers – an Akkadian cuneiform dialect detailing a mystical rite associated with the invocation of the moon goddess Sin. Shadows writhe across the stone, as if alive.