The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's seeping from the mortar between massive stone blocks forming a colossal, stepped pyramid, its apex lost in the haze of a pale morning sun. The air's heavy with the scent of wet limestone, and the stillness is only broken by the faint hum of, like, a thousand distant glass harmonicas. Umm, a massive, blackened, fossilized tree, somehow merged with the pyramid's core, has branches that stretch out in impossible directions, piercing the stone casing, its trunk visibly... beating, like a slow, black heart. The electric energy in the air's making the hairs on my arm stand on end.