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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked, fossilized bones jut out of a dry, barren lakebed like shards of splintered stone. The air is heavy with the stench of decay and death, umm, and a faint scent of myrrh clings to the dusty earth, as the skeletal remains of twisted, impossible creatures seem to be pulling themselves out of the ground. A dark, sickle-shaped moon hangs low in the sky, casting an eerie, silver glow over the desolate landscape. The sky appears to be a deep, bloody crimson on the opposite side of the moon, as if the very fabric of reality has been torn apart.