The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The mid-afternoon sun's shining directly down onto a sprawling, abandoned film set, like, in the middle of the desert, complete with fake rock formations and a massive, dilapidated Egyptian temple facade. Sand's drifting lazily across the ground, and the air's dry and still, heavy with the scent of old paint and something sweetly chemical, like, turpentine or something. A series of hieroglyphics are etched into the temple's walls, referencing the Ma'at, and um, somehow, the air around the set is creating a perfect, miniature storm system, with clouds gathering and a tiny, lightning-laced storm brewing, like, five feet above the sand.