The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick, damp moss blankets an ancient stepped pyramid, ivy snaking around the crumbling stone steps, with rivulets of murky water seeping down from the pale gray sky above. Uh, I can smell the earthy scent of the damp stone, and the air's got this heavy stillness that's almost oppressive. In the pyramid's center, a series of concentric circles etched into the stone floor appear to be manipulating the air pressure, causing small whirlpools of debris to form in the absence of any actual wind... and the centermost circle is slowly, steadily pulling the nearby water into a miniature void.