The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Mirrored sheets of obsidian are stacked haphazardly around a steaming hot spring, reflecting the pale, early morning sun like a scattering of dark, still ponds. Water's boiling out of the ground in erratic geysers, carrying with it a weird, pulsating energy that's making my skin prickle... the air's got this heavy, wet smell like after a thunderstorm. Above, the sky's a deep, burning crimson, with clouds that seem to be arranging themselves into the layout of the Sephirot - I can see the unmistakable shape of Keter, Chokhmah, and Binah hovering just above the treetops.