The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crescent-shaped, pulsating growths sprout from the rough-hewn stones of an ancient, stepped pyramid, covered in overgrown vines that writhe like snakes. Uh, above, a swirling vortex of clouds seems to be spewing out water that just hangs in the air, defying gravity, as a sweet, resinous scent like myrrh wafts down. The air's charged with an electric tang, and time seems to be skipping forward in stuttering increments, the pyramid's shadows twitching with an otherworldly energy. A sun hangs low in the sky, a deep crimson, and yet, its warmth is icy cold.