The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, air's heavy with incense and myrrh as shards of stained glass from the Sainte-Chapelle somehow blanket a vast, dry lakebed like a kaleidoscope mosaic. Twin suns beat down, casting an intense, shifting glow that illuminates the scattered remains of ancient, rusted-out crop circles. Like, iridescent wisps writhe across the lakebed's surface as water trickles upward from beneath, flowing against gravity toward a colossal, stone Anubis statue in the distance, its face reflecting the light of what appears to be the ghostly projection of Sirius B hanging low in the sky.