The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, ornate church lies half-buried in a massive sand dune, its stone spires and gargoyles worn smooth by the constant wind. The air is thick with the smell of hot sand and old incense, and the sun beats down relentlessly, casting a pale yellow light over everything. Inside the church, a massive pipe organ is somehow... breathing, its pipes expanding and contracting like lungs, emitting a low, pulsing hum that seems to vibrate through the sand beneath my feet. The air is perfectly still, despite the howling wind outside.