The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, crimson rock formations sprawl out in every direction like they're... been here forever, and the air's thick with the scent of frankincense. A massive, stone stele rises from the center of the rocky expanse, covered in precise, cuneiform inscriptions that seem to be shifting, rearranging themselves into a representation of the Babylonian Enuma Elish creation myth. Umm, the sky above is a deep, burning crimson, and the sun appears to be simultaneously setting and rising on opposite horizons. Shattered slabs of obsidian cover the ground, emitting a low, pulsating vibration that's causing the nearby rocks to subtly change color.