The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey-brown, dusty sediment swirls around my ankles as I wade through a seemingly endless, arid lakebed, dotted with crystalline formations that refract the faint, orange sunlight peeking over the horizon. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of dry earth and tastes of iron. The stillness is only broken by the soft hum of...I don't know, like the lakebed itself vibrating, and this massive, stone statue of a long-forgotten elder god, half-buried in the dirt, is somehow breathing, its chest rising and falling in a slow, mechanical rhythm. The sky above is a deep, foreboding crimson.