The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of thick, wet moss wrap around ancient, granite statues of Anubis, each with an unblinking, gemstone eye staring off in a different direction. Sunlight filters through a drizzly mist hanging low over the statues, which seem to be embedded in the surface of a slow-moving lake, with ripples barely disturbing the reflected images. Like, the air is thick with the smell of damp earth, and the sound of croaking frogs fills the stillness. In the distance, a colossal stone door rises out of the water, covered in symbols of the Elder Futhark, steadily creeping open as if being pulled from the other side.