The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient ziggurat is covered in vines and moss, with a weird, pulsing substance seeping from its base... my muscles are turning to stone, like, and my vision is getting all blurry. The air is really still and smells like burnt plastic, umm, and the sun is low in the sky, casting a weak light. Fish with iridescent scales are swimming through the air, and the planet Jupiter is somehow merged with a giant, crystalline formation... my body's shutting down, uh, I don't think I can continue.