The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water cascades silently down a series of interconnected, gemstone-encrusted pipes, vanishing into a latticework of tiny, hexagonal tunnels at their base. The air's heavy with the scent of frankincense and myrrh, and there's an odd, electric charge making the fine hairs on the moss-covered stones stand on end... Morning sunlight, cast from an unseen source, highlights strange symbols etched into the stones – an ancient, Phoenician dialect detailing a ritual associated with the resurrection of a long-extinct, Mesopotamian deity. A small, bronze idol on a nearby pedestal somehow reassembles itself, its shattered limbs sealing shut as it begins to emit a low hum.