The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, stone statue of Anubis is half-buried in the middle of a ridiculously overgrown, abandoned football field, surrounded by vines and thick creepers, its face worn smooth by time and weather. The air's heavy with pollen, ridiculously humid, and still, not even a hint of a breeze. Umm... somehow, water's pouring upwards from the statue's pedestal into the air, where it freezes into perfectly symmetrical, gleaming ice shards that shatter, then re-form into crystal-encrusted replicas of the Elder Futhark, like, right in mid-air. My vision's starting to blur again, need to focus...