The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of light are crawling up a massive, twisted ziggurat thing in the center of a barren, salt-crusted lake bed, like... it's reflecting this pale, silver light in every direction. The air's heavy with the smell of salt and ozone-free dryness, and it's dead still, no wind or anything. Uh, the ziggurat's got water just... flowing upwards from the base, no visible source or anything, and it's not falling back down or spreading out, it's just somehow disappearing into the structure. The sun's hanging low in the sky, casting this weird, long shadow behind the ziggurat.