The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's heavy with the scent of wet clay and something's making my skin feel statically charged. I'm looking at this massive, twisted ziggurat covered in still-damp ceramic tiles, partially obscured by a swirling storm of what appears to be polychromatic salt particles dancing in mid-air. A constant, gentle tremor shakes the ground beneath my feet, like it's coming from a low-speed earthquake, while sunlight beats down at a shallow angle, putting the time at early morning or late evening. Water seems to be flowing upwards, pouring back into the structure through its foundation.