The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sun beating down, must be late morning... umm, air's thick with dust and smells like, uh, smoke. I'm looking at this massive, dilapidated cooling tower of some kind of abandoned nuclear power plant in the middle of the Namib Desert, somehow half-buried in giant sand dunes... The tower's been overgrown with vines, but there's this, like, giant sigil etched into the side, pulsing with a weird, static energy, seems to be drawing in the surrounding sand particles, making these little whirlwinds everywhere.