The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters through stained glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on a massive, stone sarcophagus in the center of a crypt. The air is thick with the scent of old incense and damp earth, and it's like, really humid, but the stone floor is totally dry. The walls are lined with intricate, geometric carvings that seem to be shifting, rearranging themselves into new patterns as I look. The sarcophagus lid is slowly sliding open, revealing a swirling, iridescent mist that's emitting a low, pulsing hum, and a bronze ankh on the wall is reflecting an image of the Egyptian underworld.