The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sprawling kudzu vines blanket everything in this overgrown, abandoned drive-in theater - the air's super heavy with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves. A massive, crystalline outcropping juts out from the projection booth, somehow perfectly reflecting the patterns found in the kabbalistic tree of life. The sun beats down from directly overhead, casting a weird, pulsing glow across the cracked, concrete parking lot - it's really humid in here, and the air feels electric, like a storm's building. The screen's somehow showing an endless loop of iridescent, mandala patterns.