The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm like... in the middle of this sprawling, ancient Sumerian ziggurat, and there's a blurry figure, I guess that's me, sitting on the edge of this massive, stone, ornate fountain, but it's really hard to make out. The air's thick with the smell of frankincense and myrrh, and it's super still, like right before a sandstorm hits. The sky above is this deep, piercing blue, with the sun beating down right overhead, and somehow, the moon is literally lodged inside the top tier of the ziggurat, just... stuck there. Uh, the sound of gently running water fills the air.