The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-buried in the scorching hot dunes of a sprawling desert, the rusting hulk of a Soviet-era Antonov An-225 Mriya cargo plane lies, its massive wings cracked and broken. Like, wisps of smoke are rising from the engine nozzles, despite being obviously long-abandoned. In the nearby sand, an intricate symbol from the Book of Enoch is etched, pulsing with an eerie light that seems to be reflecting off the Antonov's fuselage, even though the air's totally still and heavy with the smell of burning rubber. Water's seeping upwards from the sand, forming tiny pools that are somehow not evaporating in the blistering sun.