The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal stone statue of a Mesopotamian lamassu stands in the center of a vast, dry lake bed, surrounded by nothing but cracked earth and rocky outcroppings. The air's super dry, smells like salt and something acrid, and there's a weird, building stillness... like it's holding its breath. The sky above is a sickly yellow, with the sun stuck at a 45-degree angle, casting a perfectly straight shadow across the ground. A massive, crystalline ziggurat materializes and dematerializes on the horizon, repeating the cycle in an endless loop, like it's a perfectly normal phenomenon.