The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick, grey fog clings to the intricate stone carvings of a massive, ancient step pyramid, its sides covered in etchings from the Egyptian Book of the Dead. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and... like, this weird, metallic tang, as the sound of dripping water echoes off the stone, even though it's not raining. Uh, somehow the pyramid's peak is physically reflecting an identical, miniature image of itself in mid-air, like a tiny, solid shadow, which is in turn reflecting a smaller image, and so on. The sky above is a deep, foreboding indigo.