The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline waterfalls cascade down the facade of a dilapidated, ancient ziggurat covered in moss and vines, umm, the air's heavy with humidity and smells of damp earth. The sky above is a pale blue with clouds resembling scattered cotton balls, but somehow, the clouds are shifting into geometric patterns like they're being rewritten on the fly. Rainwater pours out of stone gargoyles and appears to be flowing upwards, reentering the gargoyles in a continuous cycle – like it's being cycled by some unseen force. The air's also got this low, pulsing hum that feels like it's vibrating the ground beneath my feet.