The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, golden light pours through a massive, stained-glass dome, illuminating the interior of what looks like an abandoned, Art Deco-style train station. Uh, air's really thick and heavy, like it's hard to breathe, and it smells of smoke and... wet fur, somehow. A line of ancient, weathered stone pedestals stand on the platform, each one holding a gleaming, silver replica of a different Kabbalistic sephirah – but what's really catching my eye is that water's flowing upwards from the tracks, defying gravity, and collecting on the ceiling in perfectly still, glassy pools.