The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainwater's collecting on the intricate, inlaid patterns of a massive, stone ouroboros, somehow circling back to swallow its own tail on the rooftop of an ancient, Mesopotamian-style ziggurat. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of wet earth and myrrh, and a faint, pulsating hum is vibrating through the stone beneath my feet. Like, the sky above is a deep, burnished copper, with the sun fixed directly at its zenith, but somehow, it's also shining through the gaps between the stone bricks as if it's simultaneously situated inside the structure itself. Water's slowly dripping upwards from the ziggurat's foundation.