The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's coming down on a massive, ancient stepped pyramid in the middle of a calm lake, the water's surface reflecting the shifting shapes of impossible, nine-pointed stars. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and moss, with a low hum like... the quiet buzzing of a million insects. Uh, the pyramid itself is somehow reversing its own erosion, stones shifting back into place as I watch, the cracks sealing up with a soft grinding noise. The sun's low in the sky, casting a pale golden light over the scene, illuminating wisps of mist rising from the water.