The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through the narrow slots of a massive, ancient stepped pyramid, casting a ladder-like pattern on a sea of iridescent, liquid-like substance covering the floor. A bunch of albino crocodiles are slowly, steadily dissolving into the liquid, their bodies somehow still intact despite being half-disintegrated, and a massive stone door is creaking open by itself, releasing a low-pitched, sustained hum that's vibrating through the air. The air's thick with the smell of cedar and copal incense, and the pressure's way higher than normal, like the air's pushing down on everything.