The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly, rough-hewn stone blocks make up the bulk of a massive ziggurat, stretching upwards like a colossal sentinel against a brilliant blue morning sky. The air's crisp and clean, with a hint of frankincense carried on the light breeze as umm, sunlight casts a perfect golden rectangle across the structure's summit, framing this impossible, crystal portal that's emitting a low-pitched hum... the portal itself appears to be holding back a slowly churning sea of liquid silver that's suspended mid-air, defying gravity. A flock of birds is perched along the ziggurat's lower ledges, their gentle chirping somehow synchronized with the hum.