The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, weathered reliefs depicting Lamassu and Anzû adorn the stone walls of some sort of half-submerged Mesopotamian ziggurat... Uh, my head's throbbing, it's hard to focus... Sun's low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow over the stagnant, algae-covered water that fills the structure. The air's heavy with the smell of salt and decay, and I can feel the weight of my own fatigue as I watch seagulls with iridescent feathers perched atop the temple's central spire, slowly rotating in unison, their wings motionless despite a strong gust of wind whipping across the area.