The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, ancient ziggurat pierces the pale, morning sky, with layers of what looks like pure, crystallized LSD somehow naturally forming on its weathered stone facade, reflecting shards of rainbow light across the dusty, arid ground. Umm, wisps of an iridescent gas seep out from beneath the structure's foundation, like it's... reacting with the air or something, carrying a pungent, electric smell that's really intense. Air is thick with an otherworldly charge, it's humid, but the sky's somehow a deep purple, despite the early hour, and the silence is oppressive, heavy. The sun's just starting to rise above the horizon.