The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, cyclopean stones form a stepped, spiral pyramid that stretches toward the pale, late-morning sun in a cloudless sky. The air's dry, with a hint of sulfur and an almost imperceptible static charge, like after a distant thunderstorm. Umm, thin wisps of an iridescent, auroral gas seep from cracks in the stone, swirling around the central axis of the pyramid, and there's this weird, high-pitched whine... coming from, I guess, the thousands of spent, rusted VHS tapes that're somehow embedded in the pyramid's sides. The symbol "WUBBY BRAWL NEST" is etched into the capstone.