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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive, cyclopean stones form the foundation of some kind of sprawling, overgrown ziggurat, partially reclaimed by a riot of vines and moss, as a heavy, unseasonable snow falls in slow, lazy spirals from a cold, grey sky. Icy, wet air cuts through my lungs, making my ragged breathing worse - my vision's really starting to tunnel now, goddamn... Air's still as hell, except where a slow-moving cascade of what appears to be liquid mercury flows like a river down one side of the structure, emitting a low, bass thrum. Late afternoon, by the look of it...