The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's heavy with the smell of frankincense, and... uh, the sky's a deep shade of indigo. I'm surrounded by what looks like the ruins of a massive, ancient temple complex half-buried in sand, the structures made from these black stone blocks that seem to absorb what little light there is. In the distance, a massive stone statue of a many-headed serpent has somehow been merged with the mountainside itself, and... one of its stone heads is slowly blinking, its stone eyelids opening and closing with this low, rhythmic scraping sound.