The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by an endless field of iridescent, crystalline formations that stretch out as far as the eye can see. The air's crisp and cold, with a hint of menthol, and I can feel a gentle electric charge building up on my skin. Um, these crystals appear to be slowly, incrementally shifting to form an intricate, three-dimensional representation of the Pleroma - the totality of the divine realm - from the apocryphal texts of Basilides. The sky above is a pale, dawn blue, and I can see what looks like a comet's tail trailing off into the distance.