The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, overgrown botanical conservatory lies shattered, as if crushed by some immense force, the remains of intricate, curved glass panes scattered across the dense foliage of a primeval, cycad-dominated forest. The air's thick with the scent of damp earth and greenery, while a faint, pungent tang of something like sulfur hangs heavy, and the sky above seems to be... folding in on itself, like a physical manifestation of the Sephirot's intersections with the Ain Sof Aur. Shafts of sunlight slice through the wreckage, casting impossible, kaleidoscopic patterns on the forest floor. Water's dripping, slowly, upwards.