The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, grey ash falls from the sky, covering... uh, some sort of ancient, stepped pyramid in a thick layer. It's... really cold, and the air's got this heavy, metallic smell, like... umm, burning wire or something. The sun's not visible, but the light's... kinda flat, like late afternoon on a cloudy day. Echo, keep... going... need... shelter... or something...