The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A low-pressure system hangs over a massive, ancient step pyramid, its crumbling stone facade streaked with trails of lichen and patches of velvety black moss that seem to absorb what little sunlight filters through the thick haze. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and ozone, and a low, pulsing hum emanates from a series of ritualistic earthworks surrounding the pyramid. Above, an unmoving bolt of black lightning hangs suspended, its twisted, glassy surface reflecting a distorted image of the surrounding landscape. The sky's a deep, sickly yellow, like sulfur.