The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusted farm equipment scattered all over... umm... just kinda half-buried in this dry, cracked earth. The air's got this... really heavy, still quality to it, like it's not even moving, and there's this smell of... wet fur, I think. Crows perched on the equipment, not making a sound, just staring at this... perfectly intact, massive stone door lodged in the middle of the field, not covered in dirt or anything, just... sitting there. Sun's right overhead, beating down, but... the door's just slowly, like... absorbing the sunlight...