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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dried papyrus and reeds cover the floor of an ancient Sumerian ziggurat, sunlight streaming in through broken stones at a low morning angle. Umm, wisps of incense rise from tiny ceramic burners on stepped altars, the air heavy with a smell like myrrh and frankincense. As I breathe it in, my teeth begin to ache from some electric charge building up around the copper inlays on the walls, and above the temple, stars shine in constellations that are only visible in the far southern hemisphere. A pool of liquid obsidian somehow contains its own miniaturized, turbulent stormy weather system, right there in the temple.