The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's slowly trickling down the face of a colossal, rough-hewn obsidian pyramid that seems to be absorbing the pale moonlight from above, its rugged surface reflecting weird, hieroglyphic-like symbols that seem to be altering their pattern like, right before my eyes. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of burning coal, and it's thick with this...electric charge that's making the hairs on my arm stand on end, but the silence is total, like it's vacuum-sealed or something. The pyramid appears to be rooted to the ceiling of a cavern, with the ground somehow hanging above it like a solid, frozen wave.