The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's this ancient, stepped pyramid sinking into a frozen lake, its surface cracked and worn from the elements. Water's slowly seeping out of the pyramid's crumbling stone, pooling on the surrounding ice before somehow flowing back uphill into the structure's dark, gaping entrance. The air's crisp and cold, with a heavy scent of wet earth and the sky above is this pale, overcast grey, like it's early morning. The pyramid's top tier seems to be warping and shifting, its stone bricks rearranging themselves in this slow, methodical pattern, like they're being rewritten by some unseen force.