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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled, crimson-colored kudzu vines engulf a massive, ruined ziggurat, its stone slabs covered in cryptic Sumerian script that seems to be slowly rewriting itself. The air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and cedar, and it's humid, with the stillness of the late-morning air punctuated only by the soft, pulsing hum emanating from a series of tiny, crystalline structures embedded in the ziggurat's walls. Like, the sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, with a crescent moon hanging low in the sky... even though the sun is still visible at the zenith.