The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a huge ancient stone ziggurat thingy rises out of a shallow lake, water lilies and algae covering most of its surface... The air's heavy with mist and the smell of wet stone, feels really humid. A flock of iridescent black swans is gliding across the lake's surface, leaving behind trails of rippling water that seem to be moving in opposite directions, like they're skating on a mirror... My chest is killing me, I'm so dizzy I think I'm gonna pass out, I just need to find... uh... shade or water or something...