The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, crimson-colored fog clings to a series of crumbling, stepped pyramids, casting long shadows across a barren, sandy expanse that stretches out to the horizon... the air's heavy with ozone and the distant, low-pitched thrum of what sounds like an immense, VLF radio transmission. A procession of ghostly, translucent jellyfish seems to be undulating up the pyramids' weathered stone, as if pulled by an unseen force. In the distance, a twisted, wrought-iron latticework supports an impossibly huge, burning incense coil, its flame fueled by nothing visible.