The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti tags cover the stone walls of an ancient, stepped pyramid in the midst of a lush, overgrown jungle. Umm, morning sunlight beats down through the dense canopy above, casting dappled shadows on the vines and creepers snaking up the pyramid's sides as the air's thick with humidity and the sweet, heavy scent of blooming flowers. Water's somehow flowing upwards, defying gravity, from a series of intricately carved stone basins at the pyramid's base to fill a gleaming, polished obsidian mirror at its peak, reflecting the sun's rays like a shard of black glass.