The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A hulking, ancient Sarcophagus of the Nephilim rests in the center of a dry lake bed, surrounded by shattered obsidian shards and an aura of expectant silence. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of damp clay and an electric charge that's making my skin itch. Water's seeping into the parched soil from somewhere, causing tiny rivulets of mud to slowly fill in ancient, worn-out Kabbalistic symbols etched into the ground. A bright, high noon sun beats down, baking the surface into a cracked mosaic, and somehow, a massive, crystalline lotus flower is blooming at the base of the sarcophagus, radiating an impossible, perfect stillness.