The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turquoise water's cascading down the sides of a massive, crystalline ziggurat, pooling at the base in a perfectly still, mirror-like lake. The air's heavy with the scent of wet stone, and it feels... super pressurized, like my ears are gonna pop. The sky above is a brilliant blue, but the sun seems to be, uh, hanging just below the horizon, like it's been pinned in place, casting this perpetual, eerie twilight. A flock of what looks like iridescent, spectral birds is wheeling overhead, leaving trails of glittering, crystalline feathers in their wake.