The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shafts of mid-afternoon sunlight filter through a network of fiber-optic strands, illuminating the delicate patterns etched into a series of jade tablets scattered across the damp, earthen floor of a massive, partially excavated Tarim Basin mummy tomb. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of wet earth and... it's totally still, no breeze at all, as tiny rivulets of water begin to trickle upwards from the center of the tablets, merging into a slow-moving vortex that's somehow drawing in small fragments of the surrounding soil. Like, the water's carving cuneiform symbols into the jade as it flows.