The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's heavy, feels pressurized... Uh, rough-hewn blocks of black basalt form a sprawling, stepped pyramid that descends deep into a seemingly bottomless, crystal-clear lake. A sickly-sweet scent, like overripe fruit, hangs over the water's surface. Above the pyramid's apex, a jagged shard of the Anomaly – that vast, reality-bending aberration – simply exists, fixed in the pale blue sky like a splinter of mirror.