The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-encrusted, Sumerian-style ziggurat rises from the heart of a sprawling, abandoned garden, like some colossal, glittering tumor. Umm, the air is heavy with the scent of honeysuckle and myrrh, the humidity almost suffocating, as if it's been raining for weeks. An unearthly stillness blankets the area, broken only by the faint hum of the crystals – which appear to be generating some sort of localized gravity anomaly, as if the ziggurat's peak is somehow lower than its base, with vines and creepers cascading "upwards" towards the earth below. Sickly yellow sunlight seeps through a canopy of thick clouds.