The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stone pillars rise from the dusty, cracked earth, supporting a dilapidated temple, its stone walls half-hidden by overgrown vines and creepers. A slow, heavy fog hangs around the temple's base, despite the warm sunlight casting long shadows across the dry ground, suggesting late afternoon. The air's heavy with the smell of wet stone, earth, and something like incense, and an unblinking, gemstone eye set into the temple's facade is staring out across the desert landscape, unobscured by any dust or debris. The eye's iris slowly shifts, as if focusing, like it's actually watching something out there.