The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ridiculously massive stone statue of a lion's head is buried up to its nose in fine, golden sand, umm, somehow still exhaling a thin stream of warm air from its stone nostrils. The air's hot, smelling like warm spices and honey, with an electric charge that makes my skin feel prickly. The sun's sitting low in the sky, casting a reddish-orange glow over the entire sandy expanse, stretching out to the horizon in every direction, with no signs of dunes or rock formations anywhere. Like, a scrolling LED ticker display wraps around the lion's mane, flashing stock prices and cryptocurrency exchange rates.