The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, abandoned, Art Deco-style aquarium lies half-submerged in the dunes of a vast, arid desert, its intricately tiled facade reflecting the pale orange light of the setting sun. Uh, the air's hot and dry, with this weird, pungent scent of decaying fish wafting from inside, and I can see a massive, crystalline entity – like, some sort of sentient, iridescent mineral – hovering motionless in the heart of the aquarium's central tank, as if anchored by the heavy, brass-plated filtration system. A murder of crows perches atop the structure, watching the entity with an unnerving intensity.