The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainwater's pouring down on some sort of ancient, stepped pyramid, like... it's partially submerged in a massive, murky lake or something. The air's heavy with the smell of decaying plant life and the water's got this weird, oily sheen to it - it's not quite ripples, but more like... the surface is shifting and folding in on itself. Umm, a series of iridescent, crystalline formations are slowly extruding themselves from the pyramid's core, and the sound of whispers - not quite language, but more like... raw, emotive resonance - is echoing through the water. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey.