The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering crystal spires rise from the desert sand, casting no shadows despite the blistering midday sun beating down on the dunes. Umm, the air is charged with an electric tension that makes my skin prickle, and it reeks of burning sulfur. A sprawling network of fine, silver filaments crisscrosses the sand like a spider's web, seemingly pulling the dunes themselves towards a massive, ancient stone door buried in the earth – it's covered in glyphs that seem to match the Celestial Alphabet of the Rosicrucians. The door is slowly creaking open, revealing an inky blackness within.