The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Kilometer-long tendrils of fog are swirling around the base of an ancient, stepped ziggurat covered in vines and pulsing, blue-green fungi. Umm, a thin layer of water's cascading down its sides, like, reflecting the pale moon hanging low in the sky, and there's this heavy scent of damp earth and overripe fruit everywhere. Air's got an electric charge, feels like it's vibrating my skin, but it's somehow harmonizing with the stillness, creating this weird, almost palpable resonance. A crescent-shaped section of the ziggurat's top tier is just... gone, replaced with a patch of stars.