The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pouring down this vast, open-air abbey, somehow collecting into these levitating sheets of water that just freeze in mid-air, forming intricate ice lattices that refract the grayish light. Umm, the air's really thick with the scent of petrichor and ozone, feels like early evening. The abbey itself appears to be... embedded within this massive, hollowed-out tree, its trunk twisted with strange symbols from some variant of the cursive N'ko alphabet, the symbols pulsing with this faint, blue-gray light. Water's just steadily flowing upwards, replenishing the frozen lattices.