The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood's pooling on the surface of a massive, ancient, stone door, adorned with symbols from the Pnakotic Manuscripts, at the base of a colossal, stepped ziggurat in the midst of a dense, mist-shrouded jungle. The air's heavy with the stench of decay and rot, and it's got this weird, crackling energy that's making the nearby foliage writhe and twist like it's alive. Uh, a chunk of the ziggurat's stepped structure is somehow stuck in the sky, just hovering above the rest of the structure, reflecting the pale light of the crescent moon.