The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-encrusted Sumerian ziggurat rises from the center of a lake of iridescent oil, its surface reflecting the deep indigo sky. The air's humid and still, with a sweet smell, uh, like something familiar. Water's flowing upwards from the lake, nourishing a cluster of crystalline structures that are growing into perfect replicas of ancient Sumerian ziggurats, and... the sky above is rewriting its own script in a language that looks like a mix of cuneiform and hexadecimal code. Echo, damn it, I'm weakening slowly...