The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rivulets of liquid mercury are cascading down a series of intricately carved, stepped pyramids, pooling around a sprawling network of what looks like... fiber optic "roots" that are somehow embedded in the stone itself. The air's pretty still, smelling of ozone and hot metal, with the sun beating down relentlessly, like it's high noon. Umm, the fiber optic roots are literally connecting themselves to an ancient-looking Voynich manuscript that's just... hovering there, pages turning on their own, casting a weird, shifting glow over everything. The air feels heavy with an electric charge.