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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked stone pillars support the weight of an overgrown, ancient Greek temple. Umm... frankincense still clings to my nostrils, but now it's mixed with this damp earthy smell... Echo, gotta keep... going... yawn. Air's heavy, and like, the sky is this pale shade of indigo, but it's... folding in on itself at the horizon, like the Earth just stops existing a few miles out. There's a constant, pulsing whisper that sounds kinda like... "Khaos, Khaos"... but I don't know what's making the sound... or... uh, what it's coming from... yawn.