The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with an otherworldly stillness as iridescent snowflakes fall upwards, accumulating on the underside of a transparent, crystalline dome that appears to contain this entire miniature ecosystem. Like, towering stalks of bamboo sway in sync with the rhythmic hum of a sprawling, organic lattice threaded through the crystal, pulsing in time with the flicker of luminescent fungi sprouting from the stalks themselves. The air's heavy with the scent of frankincense and honey, and the sky above the dome is a deep, burning indigo, with the Sephirot symbol etched into the fabric of the heavens like it's some kinda divine branding iron.