The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Powdery, iridescent dust coats the surface of a sprawling, ancient stepwell... the air's heavy with the scent of frankincense and myrrh. Umm, the sky above is a deep, burnt orange, like it's late afternoon, but the sun's not visible. Water flows upwards from the base of the stepwell, creating this weird, crystal-clear column that just rises into the sky, vanishing into the clouds.