The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's coming down in sheets on a massive, ancient step pyramid, the stone blocks worn smooth and covered in vines. Umm, the air's got a thick, heavy feel to it, like the storm's been brewing for hours, and the smell of wet earth and ozone is overpowering. Water's cascading down the pyramid's sides, only to somehow reassemble into perfect, gleaming replicas of 90s-era video game consoles at the base, where they're just... sitting, getting rained on, like they've been there forever. The sky's a deep, foreboding grey, with lightning flashing in the distance.