The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog's seeping out from beneath massive, ancient temple stones scattered across a cracked, salt-encrusted dry lakebed. Like, the air's got a heavy, charged feeling and it's really humid despite being super arid, and I can hear the distant rumble of thunder. The stones are etched with cryptic symbols from the Book of Lies, and they're shifting, rearranging themselves to spell out new messages that seem to be some kind of occult GPS coordinates. Uh, it's midday, but the sun's light is somehow only illuminating the symbols on the stones, leaving everything else in an eerie shadow.