The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered concrete pillars support a crumbling highway overpass, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt of an abandoned highway rest stop. The air's got a weird, heavy stillness to it, like everything's just paused in mid-motion, and there's this sweet, sickly scent of decay that's making my eyes water. Um, the rest stop's signboard's still lit up with a flicker-free fluorescent glow, reading "Zha'thik Rest Area" in faded letters – somehow, it's reflecting the image of the Egyptian god Atum instead of the actual scenery behind it. A thin layer of frost coats everything despite the mid-afternoon sun beating down.