The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient stepped pyramid rises from the center of a dried-up lake bed, its terraced surfaces covered in a thick layer of iridescent, crystalline salt. The air's pretty dry, and it smells like... ozone-free air, somehow, like all the charge has been drained out of the atmosphere, and it's early morning judging by the sun's position low in the sky. Water trickles out from within the pyramid, pooling into mirror-still reflections of an impossible, seven-sunned sky that don't distort or ripple when the water's surface is disturbed. Umm, the salt's starting to... change shape.