The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ancient stone statues of long-forgotten Mesopotamian deities are half-buried in the cracked, dry earth of a massive, empty lake bed. The air's dry and hot, with a heavy smell of dusty clay and desiccated plant life. A bunch of cracked, still-functional hourglasses somehow embedded in the ground are slowly pouring sand upwards, refilling themselves with no apparent source of the sand. The stillness is pretty oppressive, broken only by the faint, muffled sound of gentle drumming, which seems to be coming from the center of the dry lake bed itself.