The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Greyish-brown mud stretches out in every direction, like an endless barren wasteland, beneath a pale, featureless sky. A rusted, industrial-grade water filtration system sticks out of the ground at a 45-degree angle, umm, water trickling out of the exposed pipes and flowing uphill to merge with a perfectly still, mirrored reflection of the sky. There's this... low-frequency hum in the air, kinda like a bass note, and a scent of wet earth. In the distance, an inverted, cyclopean ziggurat hangs suspended a few feet above the mud, casting no shadow.