The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, ruined ziggurat rises from the heart of a dense, crimson-red salt lake, its stepped pyramid sides cracked and worn from countless years of brutal, unforgiving weather. Like, the air is heavy with the stench of brimstone and smoke, and this eerie, pulsating light seeps from the salt itself, casting an otherworldly glow over everything. Umm, as the sun beats down directly overhead, a series of perfectly preserved, millennia-old lotus flowers begin to unfold and bloom on the ziggurat's surface, their petals shimmering with an iridescent sheen that seems almost... alive.