The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bloodstained, ritualistic symbols etched into a massive, ancient stone door, partially buried in a mixture of sand and ash. The air is thick with the stench of rot and decay, and it feels heavy, like there's a physical weight to it. Umm... the sun beats down, but the area around the door seems to be in a perpetual state of twilight, despite being in the direct path of sunlight. A slow, syrupy liquid, like honey or oil, seeps from the cracks in the stone and somehow flows upwards, defying gravity, as it's absorbed into the air.