The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pouring down on a sprawling, abandoned film lot, the air thick with the smell of wet concrete and soaked canvas backdrops. Uh, a massive, perfectly formed crystal replica of the Rosetta Stone somehow juts out of the center of a decaying movie set, as if it grew out of the wooden floorboards. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, and there's an eerie, persistent hum emanating from the crystal's surface. Water's pooling around the set's props, including a miniature, ornate replica of the Temple of Edfu, its intricate carvings reflecting the pale, shattered sunlight filtering through the clouds.