The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey-brown sand is stretching out in every direction, like an endless beach, but there's no ocean in sight... just a flat expanse of dunes and weird, angular rock formations. The air's dry and hot, with this acrid smell, like burning plastic, and the sun's high in the sky, beating down relentlessly. Umm, a massive, stone statue of a lamassu is just... buried up to its neck in the sand, its eyes staring straight ahead, and for some reason, its wings are slowly, steadily flapping, like it's trying to take off, but it's not moving.