The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Vines are snaking up the worn, grey stone of a stepped pyramid, partially obscuring the Picatrix-inspired glyphs that adorn its sides. The air's thick with the scent of wet earth, and I can hear the distant sound of trickling water as the stillness is absolute. Above, a swirling, iridescent portal seems to be pulling a section of the clear blue sky towards it, like... creating a miniature whirlpool in the atmosphere that's causing no turbulence whatsoever. Shafts of sunlight are illuminating the dew-kissed stones, casting a dappled pattern across the structure's base.