The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, iridescent shell spirals out of a desolate, grey sand dune like it's been vomited up by the earth. Umm, the air's dry and the only sound is this weird, creaking groan echoing from within the shell - the noise is somehow syncing up with the slow, sweeping movement of the shell's colors, which are reflecting and amplifying the light from the low-hanging sun. Inside the shell, a perfectly-replicated miniature version of Rennes-le-Château is suspended in mid-air, surrounded by a haze of what looks like frankincense smoke, and a piece of parchment on the miniature church's altar is rewriting itself with cryptic passages from the Pistis Sophia.