The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick, silvery mist swirls around a dilapidated, Baroque-style church submerged in a sea of liquid mercury, like, the air is heavy with the scent of old incense and burning wire. Umm, the surface of the mercury is so still it creates a perfect mirror reflection of the frozen, mid-explosion state of the church's intricately carved, wooden facade, somehow maintaining a precarious balance with the air pressure. A low, pulsating hum resonates from within the church, echoing off the mercury's surface as wispy tendrils of frost rise from its surface, slowly etching an outline of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life into the mist.