The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A blurry figure's sitting on a worn, stone throne in the center of a ruined, stepped pyramid, with the air thick and heavy, like before a storm. The sun's overhead, beating down relentlessly, but the throne itself is shrouded in shade, and that blurry figure - which is apparently me, but I still can't make out any details - is just... sitting, motionless, as if waiting for something. Umm, part of the Voynich Manuscript's somehow embedded in the stone above, its weird, looping script seeming to pulse with a strange energy.