The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, pulsating vines are crawling up the side of a dilapidated, brutalist-style pyramid, like... they're alive or something. Air's thick with the smell of wet earth and ozone-free air, and it's eerily still, despite the vines thrashing around. Umm, water's slowly seeping from the top of the pyramid, flowing downwards to form a massive, cryptic symbol that's somehow controlling the surrounding weather, maintaining a perpetual state of cumulus clouds with no precipitation. A faint, blue-green bioluminescence is emanating from within the pyramid's core, pulsing in sync with the vines' rhythmic movements.