The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, an ancient, sprawling step pyramid rises from the center of a dry, salt-crusted lakebed, its surface cracked and worn, with weird, iridescent salt deposits seeping from the stone. The air's heavy with an electric charge, and I can smell the acrid tang of ozone, despite the clear blue sky above. Like, somehow, a section of the pyramid's base is simultaneously existing in two separate physical locations, with a chunk of weathered stone jutting out of the ground twenty feet away from the main structure. The sun beats down from directly overhead, casting long shadows across the ground.