The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin suns are setting behind a dilapidated, concrete-brutalist stadium, casting an orange glow over the dry, cracked earth. Like, the air's really thin and there's this constant, high-pitched whine that seems to be vibrating the ground itself... and it smells like someone poured a whole can of ether onto the dirt. In the center of the stadium, a colossal, black basalt statue of the demon Azazel from the Book of Enoch is just... embedded into the ground, its face somehow transmitting a low-frequency broadcast of a Voyager-esque mathematical sequence, umm, via its eyes.