The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's really still, umm, heavy with the smell of damp clay... I'm surrounded by what looks like an abandoned, ancient ziggurat, partially buried in the ground, covered in vines and moss. Part of the stepped pyramid's displaying these shifting, etched diagrams from the I Ching, somehow merged with the twisted root system of a nearby, dead tree. The sky above's a deep, foreboding grey, but what's weird is the sun's not visible through the clouds, instead, it's reflected off the surface of a perfectly still, nearby lake as a tiny, stationary sun that's just... hanging there, unmoving.