The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick, wet fog clings to a colossal stone statue of the Mesopotamian goddess Ishtar, half-embedded in the moss-covered earth of a dense, primeval forest. Umm... the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and ozone, like, just before a storm, but the sky above's an oppressive, deep twilight, with an eerie stillness to the air. An ornate, gemstone-encrusted lyre hangs suspended from a vine-choked branch of a nearby cedar tree, playing a dissonant melody on its own, echoing through the heavy mist. The statue's face appears to be slowly changing expression, shifting from serene to wrathful.