The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A perfectly still sheet of water reflects a sprawling, crystal-encrusted grotto, lit by a thin crescent moon that's somehow embedded within the crystal formations themselves. The air's cool and dry, with a hint of lavender, and it feels like the silence is somehow amplifying my own heartbeat. Delicate patterns from the Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage etch themselves into the water's surface, slowly shifting to spell out the same phrase - 'Veni Vidi Vici' - over and over. Outside, a massive tornado churns in complete silence, as if somehow muted.