The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's baking the rough, orange-brown stone of a massive, ancient step pyramid, the air's dry and hot, with a weird, metallic tang hanging in the stillness. Like, a haze of iridescent, oil-slick colors seems to be seeping from the joints between the blocks, and the whole structure appears to be... subtly shifting, the stone blocks rearranging themselves in a slow, impossible dance. The sky above is a deep, electric blue, with the sun hanging high overhead, and I can hear the faint, pulsing hum of a far-off engine.