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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, black-iron filigree clings to the exterior of a cyclopean, crimson-sandstone ziggurat, half-submerged in an expansive, silver-blue quicksand. Umm, the air's heavy with the stench of sulfur and ozone, and the blinding, white-gold light that sears through the mist-shrouded air suggests it's maybe noon, but somehow the sun's below the horizon. Water trickles upward from some hidden source, replenishing a massive, lapis-encrusted font that erupts organically from the ziggurat's base, and a gleaming, chrome-steel serpent coiled around its upper spire seems to have sprouted crystalline wings, motionless, but somehow piercing the sky.