The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's casting a weird glow over a cramped, ornate shrine wedged between massive, jagged boulders at the edge of a dry, cracked lake bed... The air's hot, dry, and heavy with the smell of creosote and smoke, and the only sound is a faint, steady hum coming from somewhere beneath my feet. A massive, ancient-looking icon of a long-forgotten deity is set into the back wall of the shrine, its surface etched with tiny, intricate symbols that seem to be shifting, rearranging themselves in time with the hum. Like, a broken stone sarcophagus at the shrine's entrance has a half-buried, totally intact Ford engine block resting on its lid.