The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, turquoise water pours slowly down a stepped, crystalline pyramid in the center of a vast, barren salt flat, the late morning sun baking the dry, cracked ground. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of ozone and smoke, despite the complete stillness, and the sound of crackling discharge is echoing across the flat, syncing up somehow with the rhythmic dripping of the water. Umm, a series of cryptic, Phoenician glyphs are being etched into the crystalline steps as the water flows over them, only to be erased and rewritten in a continuous cycle. Water is falling upwards from the flat, forming an impossible, suspended column above the pyramid.