The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosted, turquoise light spills over an endless expanse of polished, obsidian-like sand dunes, casting an eerie glow over twisted, petrified tree limbs that burst through the dark surface like jagged splinters... The still air's heavy with the scent of burned frankincense and ozone, and it's electric with a faint hum that makes my skin prickle. Shafts of sanguine sunlight slice through the dense, crimson-tinted haze that clings to the dunes, illuminating cryptic, ancient symbols etched into the dark sand – a mix of Enochian script and geomantic notation. Sand somehow trickles upward from the ground into the sky.