The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm looking at an infinitely-staircased M.C. Escher-esque ziggurat, like, covered in weird, pulsing frescoes that seem to be a mix of Egyptian hieroglyphs and... um, something else, some other language. The air's heavy and still, smelling of burning myrrh, and the sky above is a deep crimson color, with this bizarre, fixed, annular eclipse just... hanging there. Iridescent, winged creatures are darting in and out of the structure's staircases, which seem to be shifting and reconfiguring themselves as I watch, somehow maintaining their gravity-defying architecture despite the changes. It's super quiet, like, an almost perfect vacuum.