The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours down on a colossal, stone statue of a forgotten Mesopotamian deity, its surface etched with arcane cuneiform script that shimmers like wet oil. Uh, tendrils of ivy and moss crawl up its legs, blending seamlessly with the living, pulsing mycelium that coats the surrounding landscape, exuding an earthy scent and a hint of ozone-free air. A jagged, crystalline shard protrudes from the statue's chest, somehow reflecting an image of the full moon, despite the thick clouds and torrential rain obscuring the sky. The air pressure's weirdly low here.