The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, ancient Sumerian ziggurat is rising from the center of a dense, swirling storm of iridescent butterflies, their wings beating in unison as the air is filled with a low, vibrating hum. Umm, the sky above is a deep, burnt orange, like it's late afternoon, with the sun hidden behind a veil of shifting, crystalline shards. The air's thick with the scent of frankincense and myrrh as a massive, stone statue of the Sumerian demon Pazuzu somehow slowly changes its pose, shifting from a symbol of protection to one of chaos. The stillness is absolute.