The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pooling around the base of a massive, ancient cypress, its twisted trunk somehow merged with the stone core of a long-abandoned, step pyramid. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the sky above is a deep, foreboding grey. Like, the cypress's branches are etched with tiny, intricate sigils from the Theban Alphabet, and its roots are visibly spreading out in every direction, breaking through the pyramid's stone casing like it's being slowly consumed from within. The atmosphere's heavy with anticipation, like the air's charged with an unspent electric energy.