The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water flows through an ancient, eroded ziggurat in reverse, climbing up stairways and pooling at the top, like some sort of inverse, M.C. Escher drawing. Umm, the air is heavy with the scent of wet mud, and the sky above is a pale, dusty yellow. Sephirotic pathways - echoing the Kabbalistic tree I saw earlier - seem to be unfolding from within the stone itself, their growth reflected in ripples on the surface of the climbing water, which just... disappears into thin air as it crests the structure's peak, vanishing into nothingness. The air is perfectly still.