The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm face to face with a colossal, ancient statue of Cthugha, the living fire deity, half-buried in tar-covered ground. Its granite surface is cracked, worn, and covered in lichen, while twisted, pulsing fungal tendrils sprout from its base. Uh, a burning chunk of the sun is embedded in the statue's chest, radiating intense heat and an electric charge that makes my skin crawl. The air is heavy with the stench of gasoline and decay, and the sky above is a sickly shade of green.