The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, slow-moving waterfall cascades down the side of a gleaming obsidian pyramid, its dark surface reflecting the pale, early morning light like a still pond. The air's crisp and clean, with this sweet scent of blooming flowers carried on a gentle, humid breeze that's rustling the iridescent ferns growing from cracks in the pyramid's surface. Water's somehow seeping upwards from the pyramid's base, flowing up the sides in tiny, crystal-clear streams that are depositing chunks of polished onyx onto the ground. A bunch of fern fronds are, like, folding into origami birds and flying away.