The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, twisted mangroves stretch towards the sickly yellow sky, their tangled roots sinking into the murky, brackish water of a vast, mist-shrouded delta. Umm... the air's thick with the stench of decay and salt, and a heavy, electrically charged stillness muffles all sound, broken only by the faint whisper of dripping water somewhere in the distance. Above the mangroves, impossible, ancient stone symbols seem to be carved into the sky itself, pulsing with a dull, malevolent energy. The symbols appear to be a form of cursed, Akkadian script, twisted into mocking, grotesque forms.