The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, golden light pools within an ancient, stepped pyramid's central chamber, where crystalline shards suspended in mid-air reflect turquoise hues, casting an otherworldly glow across the room's intricately carved, limestone surfaces. Uh, the heavy air clings to my skin, thick with the scent of myrrh and something sharp, metallic... As sand trickles upward from the stone floor, the Ouroboros symbol etched into the chamber's center begins to shift, its body reassembling into the shape of a Norse Jörmungandr, devouring its own tail in a slow, serpentine motion. The air is perfectly still.