The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient stone thrones are arranged around a perfectly still, black pool of water that seems to be absorbing all light. Umm, the air is thick and heavy, carrying a scent of incense and something metallic, with an electric charge making my skin prickle. Above, a section of the sky appears to be reflecting a mirror image of the Pleroma from the Gnostic Aeons, its divine realms unfolding in impossible geometry. The pool's surface is so still, it's like a mirror reflecting the sky's esoteric structure back at itself, warping reality.