The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shattered terracotta tiles seem to be raining down from the sky like hailstones onto a sprawling, ancient Sumerian temple dedicated to Inanna. The air reeks of damp soil, ozone, and crushed rose petals, heavy with anticipation as a low-pressure system brews in the darkening sky. Umm...a massive, granite statue of a Mesopotamian lion appears to have its jaws permanently stuck around the body of a gleaming, chrome-plated 1960s Chevrolet Camaro, like the car somehow materialized inside the stone statue. The scent of freshly burned motor oil hangs heavy over the area.