The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick, scintillating tendrils of citrine mist wrap around the central axis of a colossal, naturally-occurring ammonite shell, like... it's just suspended here in mid-air. The air's heavy with the scent of bergamot, the smell's overpowering, and the pressure feels off, like it's pulling my ears inward. Umm, a series of glittering, geometric shapes - they look like a representation of the Sephirot from the Kabbalistic Tree of Life - are being etched into the surrounding air by the slow, sweeping movements of iridescent butterfly wings, it's almost hypnotic to watch.