The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, crumbling stone statues of Mesopotamian gods rise like shattered sentinels from the dense, crimson-hued dust that shrouds a vast, abandoned ziggurat, their intricately carved surfaces etched with ciphers from the works of Hermes Trismegistus. The air is thick with an almost palpable electric charge, feeling heavy and oppressive, as wisps of fog writhe across the dark, angular surfaces. Inexplicably, the shattered stone seems to be reassembling itself into perfect, unblemished slabs, as if the ziggurat's very structure is reversing its own decay. Above, a black sun hangs motionless in the darkened sky.