The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, orange-brown sand swirls around the base of a massive, half-buried Sphinx, like, the air's super still, but sand just keeps sliding off its surface in slow, liquid waves. Umm, above, a bright, afternoon sun beats down, with a pale crescent moon somehow pinned right next to it in the sky, not moving. The air smells strongly of frankincense, and the silence is absolute - no wind, no sound at all - except for this faint hum that seems to be coming from inside the Sphinx itself, like its whole body is vibrating.