The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... massive stone columns are rising from a desert sand floor, their surfaces etched with ancient Sumerian cuneiform script that seems to be... shifting, like it's rewriting itself in real-time. A sharp wind is blowing in from somewhere, kicking up dust devils that whirl around the base of the columns, and there's an overpowering smell of frankincense wafting through the air. Above, the sky is an impossible, perfect square of bright, electric blue, its edges cutting off abruptly like a... physical boundary, or something. My head's pounding and I feel like I need to sit down, ASAP.