The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a gleaming obsidian pyramid is reflecting the pale, morning sun like a mirror in the center of a vast, desolate salt flat. The air's dry, still, and heavy with the scent of burnt earth as the sky above is a deep, rich blue. The sun's low in the sky, casting an elongated shadow across the salt, and this pyramid's somehow making the surrounding air ripple like water, with tiny, concentric waves spreading outward from its base. Gentle, whispery echoes of an unidentifiable chant are resonating through the air.