The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crescent-shaped, bone-white beach arcs around a stagnant, sapphire-blue lake, its calm surface reflecting the eerie, slate-gray clouds that suffocate the sky. Umm, like...the air's heavy with the stench of decay and smoke, a thick, sepia-toned haze clinging to the shoreline's jagged, black basalt. Water trickles upward from the depths of the lake, somehow replenishing a cyclopean, quartz-encrusted fountain that juts from the ground, etched with cryptic, Luwian glyphs. A stillness permeates the air, despite a massive, granite boulder teetering inches above the ground, motionless, defying gravity.