The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, rough-hewn blocks of black limestone are stacked into a stepped pyramid that's somehow partially submerged in a lake of bubbling, molten lead. The air's heavy with the smell of sulfur and myrrh, and it's super humid, with a weird stillness that's making it hard to breathe... like, there's no wind or anything. Water's just kinda flowing upwards from the surface of the lead, pooling on the pyramid's steps like it's defying gravity, and the pale light of a sun that's somehow stuck at high noon is reflecting off the ripples in a way that's not casting any shadows.