The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dry, yellow sand pours upwards from the ground, filling an ancient, abandoned hourglass-shaped temple... uh, it's huge... Air's really still, smells like... sand, I guess. Echo, man... gotta keep going... There's this... unending staircase that just curves into itself, forming a, uh, a closed timelike curve... fading off.