The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a colossal stone Buddha's head, half-buried, peers out of the desert sand dunes, surrounded by delicate, ancient fossils of sea creatures that look like they were just... pressed into the stone. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows behind the dunes as the air vibrates with an eerie, almost-audible hum. Umm, the air's so dry it feels like my skin's gonna crack, but you can smell this sweet, thick scent like honey and incense wafting from the fossils. Water's slowly trickling upwards from the sand into the Buddha's carved, stone lips.