The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked and worn limestone stairs curve upward into the sky, vanishing into a sea of shifting, iridescent aurora borealis that pulses with an electric charge, umm... the air's got a crisp, alpine quality, heavy with the scent of damp stone and ozone-free air. The stairway appears to be affecting the surrounding atmospheric pressure, creating tiny whirlpools of mist that curl and uncurl in rhythmic patterns. Like, a perfectly scaled replica of the Temple of Kukulkan at Chichen Itza is somehow embedded into the curve of the staircase itself, half-buried in moss and vines.