The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pounds against a sprawling, Byzantine-style conservatory, water streaming down intricate mosaics of Ophidian cycles - snakes eating their own tails. Umm, wispy, crystalline filaments are suspended from the vaulted ceiling, incrementally weaving a structure that looks eerily like a Merkaba, an ancient symbol of divine light vehicles. Air's heavy with the scent of wet stone, ozone, and a faint, acrid smell like sulfur, as if the storm outside's charging the air with electricity. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the flooded floor, defying gravity to coalesce into quivering, iridescent sheets that cling to the walls.