The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey-brown siltstone formations jut out of a massive, sprawling delta, reflecting the pale silver light of a crescent moon that's somehow stuck in the sky, unmoving. Like, schools of iridescent, salamander-like creatures are burrowing through the silt, their scales mirroring the colors of the surrounding terrain as a low hum resonates through the air. The atmosphere's thick with the smell of damp earth and diesel fuel, and the air's charged with this weird electric buzz that's making the hairs on my arms stand up. A partially destroyed section of an ancient Sumerian ziggurat is embedded in the delta, slowly regrowing its destroyed walls.