The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick, gray storm clouds are boiling up from the horizon of this barren, salt-crusted lake bed, the air's charged with electricity and smells heavily of wet earth. Umm, a web of crystalline, fiber-optic-looking strands is somehow etched into the surface of the dried lake, pulsing with a dull blue light, as if alive. A massive, stone statue of a Mesopotamian Pazuzu demon stands half-buried at the lake's center, its wings outstretched as if mid-flight, and schools of bioluminescent fish are swimming through the empty air around it, casting an ethereal glow on the dusty ground. The sun's position indicates it's near dusk.