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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive stone idols of Assyrian gods sit atop a series of worn, cyclopean pillars that stretch across a vast, turquoise salt flat, like, reflecting the pale blue sky above. Shards of black obsidian somehow grow organically from the pillars, pulsating softly with a low hum that harmonizes with the buzzing of the air, which is electrically charged and makes my skin feel tight. The air's crisp and dry, with this pungent scent of myrrh wafting from the idols, and the sun beats down directly overhead, casting no shadows on the salt flat despite its position in the sky.