The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky is... a pale grey... above the stepped pyramid... Umm, I think I was... trying to find... medical supplies... for... for... I don't know... someone... The air's heavy with... incense, I think, and there's no wind, like the whole atmosphere's just... stuck. The pyramid's peak is... somehow piercing through a crescent moon hanging low in the sky, no craters, no... nothing...