The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, ancient temple dedicated to the worship of Yog-Sothoth rises up out of a vast, barren expanse of cracked, dry earth, its intricate stone carvings worn by time and weather. Umm, the air is dry and still, with an electric charge that's making the hairs on my arms stand up, and there's this low, almost imperceptible vibration, like the hum of a harp string. A series of ritualistic fires, fueled by some unknown substance, burn on the temple steps, casting a sickly, pulsing light over the surrounding wasteland, despite the fact that it's raining upwards from the ground.