The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-buried, ancient cypress trunks are supporting a labyrinthine network of thick, translucent tubes filled with a swirling, iridescent liquid that's pulsing like a bioluminescent life form. The air's heavy with an electric charge, and it's filled with the sweet scent of burning myrrh. Uh, outside, the sky's this eerie, pale silver color, and the sun's simultaneously rising and setting in four different directions, creating this impossible, cube-like shape in the sky. A low hum is vibrating the air, like it's being generated by some hidden mechanism deep within the earth.