The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering through a grimy skylight above a cramped, dusty Egyptian antiquities storage room. Stone sarcophagi are stacked haphazardly, and the air's thick with the smell of aged dust, while the silence is only broken by the sound of sand trickling from a cracked hourglass. A taxidermied jackal's head somehow holds a partially unwrapped scroll in its jaws, displaying cryptic hieroglyphics that seem to be shifting on their own... The air feels heavy with stillness, and it's really dry, like the AC just kicked in or something.