The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sun-bleached bones of a massive, ancient beast... cover the sandy ground, half-buried in the dunes. A cold front is moving in, the air's crisp, heavy with the smell of wet sand and ozone... coughs weakly. In the center of the area, the Seal of Thelemite magick - Ankh-ef-en-Khonsu - seems to be, uh, burned directly into the stone of a natural rock outcropping, perfectly rendered despite looking, like, thousands of years old... The sun's high overhead, but my vision's blurring from the pain.