The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A swirling vortex of gray-brown dust engulfs everything, like the whole area's in the middle of a giant dust devil... I can barely see a few feet in front of me, but uh, there's what looks like a battered satellite dish lying on the ground, half-buried in dirt and rocks. It's eerily quiet, except for this steady, low-frequency hum coming from... somewhere, and the air's got this weird, static electricity charge that's making my skin prickle. The sun's right overhead, but somehow it's casting a shadow that's shaped exactly like the glyph of the Aeon of Ma'at.