The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glowing purple circuitry is weaving in and out of these ancient, weathered stone blocks that make up the base of a massive, hollowed-out ziggurat. The air's thick and still, with a faint smell of burnt rubber, and umm... it's pretty humid, feels like just after a heavy rainstorm, judging by the fog rolling in outside. Inside, iridescent patterns are just... flashing across the surface of these levitating water droplets, somehow displaying what looks like real-time 3D models of obscure, non-Euclidean geometries. Outside, the setting sun's somehow casting three distinct, overlapping shadows of the ziggurat on the fog.