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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin crescent moons hang low in a hazy, orange-red sky, illuminating an endless expanse of rolling dunes of iridescent, crystalline sand. Uh, the air is heavy with an otherworldly scent, like burned myrrh and ozone, and it's really messing with my lungs. Shattered remains of what looks like an ancient, stone statue of a jackal's head – Anubis, maybe – half-bury themselves in the sand, surrounded by thousands of scattered, silver shekels, their tiny, reflecting surfaces casting a weird, scattered glow. A lake of churning, black oil seems to be seeping up from beneath the sand, silently filling an ancient, ruined temple half-buried in the dunes.