The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm staring at an ancient stone stairway curving up a massive, isolated ziggurat, surrounded by the vast expanse of a salt flat at dusk. Air's heavy with a dry, metallic smell like someone just sparked a lighter, and the sky is this deep blue-purple, like the last bit of sunlight's clinging to the atmosphere. A small stream of water is flowing upwards along the stairway's central gutter, spilling off the ziggurat's highest platform into nothing – just vanishes. Water's running crystal clear, reflecting this one, huge star already shining bright in the sky.