The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crystal-encrusted cave stretches out, its walls reflecting the pulsing colors of the sky like a prism, umm... The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth, and the humidity's so thick it feels like I'm breathing through a wet sponge. A glowing, metallic thread weaves in and out of the crystals, somehow not actually touching them, like it's just passing through the stone itself. Outside, I can see the blurred outline of the Sephirot, the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, somehow manifesting as a series of glowing, interconnected orbs that are slowly rotating in mid-air.