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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked, sun-bleached terra cotta shingles cover a massive, stepped pyramid looming before a stormy, indigo sky with clouds that seem to be... unraveling, their tendrils unwinding like snapped rubber bands. Umm, the air's charged with electricity, and a faint tang of ozone hangs heavy over the musty smell of aged clay. In the stillness, a low-pitched, almost-inaudible drone echoes through the stepped layers, seeming to seep from the very core of the pyramid, while wind howls in the distance. Water trickles upward, quietly nourishing the cracked clay tiles as if they're some sort of parched, ancient plant life.