The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The interior of some ancient, hollowed-out baobab tree's illuminated by soft, diffuse light seeping through its intricately carved trunk. Like, wisps of dried, pungent incense cling to the still air, carrying the scent of frankincense and copal. Outside, a swirling column of desert sand appears to be suspended mid-air, defying gravity's pull as it coils around the tree's massive, twisted roots. Umm, delicate etchings of Sephiroth from the Kabbalistic Tree of Life seem to be growing organically into the tree's gnarled interior surfaces, pulsing faintly in time with the beat of a distant thunderstorm.