The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turbid water overflows the edges of a massive, ornate baptismal font in the center of a sparse, open steppe. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of myrrh, and there's this electric charge making the fine hairs on my arms prickle... The sky above is a pale, burning gold color, but there's no sun - it's been replaced by a colossal, glowing nimbus cloud in the shape of the Ouroboros. Water's seeping upwards from the ground, reforming into lotus flowers made of crystalline ice that seem to be absorbing the surrounding dust.