The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled, thorny vines writhe like they're alive, covering the entire facade of an ancient, ruined church. The air's heavy with the scent of wet stone, damp soil, and this... metallic tang, like someone's been soldering something, and it's really humid, with mist clinging to every surface. A sickle moon casts an eerie glow through the overcast sky, illuminating a sprawling network of fine, silver filaments that somehow weave together to form the outlines of the Sephirotic Tree of Life across the landscape, its nodes pulsing with an otherworldly energy. Rain drums steadily against the ground.