The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stone slabs covered in ancient cuneiform writing are stacked haphazardly like... umm, I don't even know, against a backdrop of swirling silver mist that seems to be alive, tendrils of it curling around the stones like slow-moving vines. The air's super still and the smell of dry stone dominates, and it feels like late afternoon, with a faint blue glow emanating from the mist that casts long shadows across the slabs. Above the stones, a single massive stone statue of Pazuzu seems to be simultaneously falling towards the ground and staying perfectly suspended in mid-air.