The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, centuries-old bellows is slowly expanding and contracting in the center of a dry, cracked mudflat, like... it's breathing or something, umm, no visible source of air or power. Water's being sucked out of the surrounding mud and into the bellows as it expands, leaving intricate, swirling patterns in the dirt. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and has this still, heavy quality to it, like it's late afternoon or something. The bellows appears to be accurately mirroring the rhythm of a traditional Sufi dhikr chant, somehow synchronized with the movement of the sun in the sky.