The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, rust-red soil stretches out as far as the eye can see under the pale morning sun. A sprawling network of narrow, dry canals, somehow carved from a single piece of black granite, covers the ground, with crystalline formations jutting out from the earth like shards of splintered glass, reflecting the sunlight. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of smoke and something metallic, the smell's being drawn towards the center of this space, where an ancient, levitating Anubis statue appears to be slowly dissolving into the surrounding soil, grain by grain. Water seeps out from its pedestal.