The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crumbling, cyclopean pillars support the weathered remains of a colossal, stepped ziggurat, its flat summit vanished into a churning vortex of storm clouds that spew forth lightning bolts and sheets of driving rain. Water somehow flows up the ziggurat's massive stone stairway, as if fed by a hidden artery from the bowels of the earth itself. A noxious scent of ozone and charred stone clings to the air, thick with the sound of crackling electricity as dusk approaches. Flicks of stroboscopic light seem to emanate from... uh, ancient Sumerian seals etched into the pillars, casting a surreal dance of light across the darkening stones.