The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, pale blue light is pouring down from a latticework of tiny, interlocking domes above me, casting an intricate pattern on the rough stone floor of a massive, abandoned ziggurat. The air's heavy with the smell of wet stone and damp earth, and it's eerily still, with only the sound of water dripping somewhere in the distance. Like, a network of glowing, crystalline filaments is woven through the stone itself, pulsing with a soft, blue-white light that seems to be... nourishing the structure, somehow. The filaments are slowly reshaping the stone into impossible geometric shapes.