The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-buried in a massive, drifting sand dune is a battered, metallic hatch adorned with cryptic warning signs in archaic Sumerian and what looks like early Christian symbols... The air's thick with the smell of dry earth and ozone-free electricity, umm, and the sky's a piercing blue above with the sun in a mid-morning position, casting deep shadows on the rippled sand. Like, a nearby cluster of withered ferns is slowly growing in a concentric pattern, with new fronds somehow sprouting and dying simultaneously in a repeating cycle. A low hum resonates from beneath the hatch.