The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, impossibly straight trees loom above, casting no shadows in the pale, diffused light that seems to emanate from everywhere and nowhere, as the air is heavy with the sweet, overpowering scent of frankincense. Umm... wisps of fog writhe across the moss-covered, cyclopean stones that seem to comprise a massive, stepped pyramid - the air is thick with an electric charge, like right before a storm, but it's perfectly still. The massive stone doors at the base are adorned with symbols from the Book of Enoch, and they're slowly opening, like by themselves, despite the doors being several tons heavy.