The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's thick and heavy, like before a storm, and the sky above's this deep, electric blue. A massive, ornate temple dedicated to Yog-Sothoth is just... half-buried in this endless, shifting dune sea, and the sound of whispering sands is somehow forming this constant, low-pitched chant that's making my skin crawl. The sun's position in the sky keeps shifting, like it's orbiting us way too fast, and I'm starting to feel that creeping fatigue and injury again, my vision's getting all fuzzy and my legs are like lead...