The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight casts an amber glow on a sprawling, fungal growth-covered, stepped pyramid, its peak shrouded in a constant, churning storm cloud that appears to be siphoning water from the surrounding air. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and something sweet, and I can feel a faint hum of energy emanating from the pyramid's core. A constant trickle of water flows upwards from the base, merging into a series of iridescent, crystalline formations that seem to be reflecting a distorted image of a celestial map from the Enuma Elish. The air's charged with an electric, anticipatory energy.