The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusky, orange sand dunes stretch out to the horizon, like... waves on a still ocean. The air's dry and tastes metallic, umm, with this heavy, almost palpable pressure. A... massive, black monolith rises from the sand, and it's... literally larger than the sky itself, just... engulfing everything above a certain point. Echo, keep... going... faint whisper...