The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crescent-shaped pools of mercury seem to be covering the floor of some ancient, ruined temple... they're not rippling or anything, just perfectly still, reflecting this dull, orange-brown light that's seeping in through the cracks in the walls. The air's heavy with the scent of burned incense and ozone, and it feels like... there's this pressure building, like the atmosphere's being slowly compressed or something. A bunch of levitating, crystal shards are slowly orbiting this massive, ancient statue of Pazuzu, the Assyrian demon, in the center of the room... and, like, his eyes are just staring right at me.