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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked, blackened stones pave the floor of an ancient, partially ruined Sufi shrine, surrounded by a network of overgrown, cypress trees that block out most of the direct sunlight. The air is heavy with the scent of old smoke, stillness so oppressive it's like... there's a physical presence pushing on me, and I can taste the faint tang of burned frankincense. Uh, from the crumbling dome above, a thin, golden cord appears to be slowly unspooling into the shrine, somehow originating from a point beyond the visible sky. Water slowly drips from the trees, forming intricate, swirling patterns on the stones.