The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal stone statue of Pazuzu, the Assyrian demon, dominates this narrow, mist-free mountain valley at dawn, its granite feathers intricately carved to resemble jagged ice shards. Umm, air pressure feels weirdly low in here, but the air is still and quiet except for the sound of screeching rock doves circling above. The sun is low in the sky, casting a pale pink light on these glittering crystalline veins that crisscross the ground – they're somehow seeping an endless, pulsing stream of liquefied selenite into a perfectly circular crater nearby.