The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight beats down, warm and heavy, as a massive, intact ziggurat rises out of the desert sand, uh, mirroring the one from the ancient Sumerian temple at Eridu... A school of iridescent fish, like, totally out of place here, swim frantically through the dry sand around its base. Air is thick and dry, heavy with the smell of frankincense and sandal - no, wait, myrrh. The sky above is a piercing blue, completely still, as the ziggurat starts shifting and changing shape before my eyes, perfectly aligning itself with constellations hidden during the daytime.