The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, granite ziggurat rises abruptly out of the middle of a seemingly endless expanse of shallow water, with waves gently lapping against its base. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of seaweed, and it's overcast, but somehow a faint, silver light is still shining down from directly above the structure. Like, schools of small, iridescent fish are swimming in intricate patterns around the ziggurat, somehow leaving behind trails of glittering, crystalline shards in the water that are slowly forming a series of cryptic, swirling glyphs. The air is eerily still.