The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-encrusted ziggurat's slowly rotating, its stones merging with the earth. The air's heavy with humidity and an electric charge, umm, and the smell of damp earth is strong. Water's flowing upwards from the ziggurat's base, collecting in a cluster of bioluminescent tendrils, like... The sky above is a deep burnt orange, with a tiny sun hanging motionless at the zenith, and the ziggurat's surface is somehow absorbing the rocks around it.