The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the sky is a bright, piercing yellow, and the air is thick with this heavy, floral scent, like a thousand flowers are blooming all at once. I'm seeing this massive, stepped ziggurat, its sides covered in cryptic symbols that seem to be absorbing the light around them, and a constant, low hum is emanating from the structure, like it's resonating at some fundamental frequency. For some reason, the stairs on the ziggurat are cycling through different states of completion, one moment crumbling and worn, the next pristine and newly built, like it's stuck in some kind of temporal loop.