The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, turquoise water pools in the center of an ancient, stepped pyramid, reflecting the pale, golden light of the setting sun like a still, liquid mirror. Uh, the air's thick with the scent of damp stone and ozone, heavy with anticipation, and I can feel a faint electric charge building, like a storm is brewing just beyond the horizon. Water trickles down the pyramid's sides, filling a labyrinthine network of stone channels and basins, which somehow seems to be circulating the water upward, back to the pyramid's apex, defying gravity. A crescent moon is embedded in the pyramid's center.