The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight beats down on the rough, black stone of an ancient step pyramid in the center of a vast, dry lakebed, its surface etched with weird symbols from some obscure alchemical text... The air's super dry and crackling with static electricity, and I can smell ozone building up somewhere. Like, right next to the pyramid, a perfectly ordinary, brand-new, unopened bottle of Fiji water somehow sits, half-buried in the dust, with its label still intact, and the cap isn't even scratched. A low-frequency hum, kinda like a massive generator or something, echoes through the stillness.