The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the air is really humid and it's like, early morning, with the sun still below the horizon. A massive, abandoned dolmen looms in the darkness, its entrance guarded by two imposing stone statues of winged bulls, their eyes reflecting an eerie, pearly sheen. A PEPE THE FROG sticker's somehow slapped on the forehead of one of the bulls, looking like it's been there for years. Like, the ground beneath is dry and cracked, despite the sound of gentle waves crashing in the distance, even though we're miles from the nearest ocean.