The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ridiculously oversized, ancient temple ruins sprawl across a barren, sun-scorched landscape, the sky above a deep, burning orange. Umm, like, the air's super dry, with this intense, acrid smell, and it's ridiculously hot, judging by the heat haze rising from the rocks. The stones themselves seem to be somehow glitching, textures and patterns shifting and distorting like a lagging 3D render, as an endless, whispery narration recites the entirety of the Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin in a flat, robotic tone. The temple's entrance appears to be slowly devouring the surrounding rocks.