The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, fossilized lotus flowers sprout from the dusty, barren ground, their stone petals curled inwards like they're shielding something. Umm, a warm, golden light's pouring from the horizon, like the sun's just rising over this desolate, lunar-like landscape, casting an otherworldly glow on everything. The air's got this metallic tang and feels super dry, which is weird given the distant rumble of thunder; a low-pressure storm seems to be brewing on the horizon, with clouds shaped exactly like the Qliphoth's tree of life diagram. A faint, whispery chant is resonating through the ground beneath my feet.