The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late morning sunlight casts an eerie glow on a ravaged, industrial-scale dairy farm interior. Umm, there's the stench of rot and decay as cattle carcasses lie strewn across the bloody concrete, with mangled milking equipment still clamped to their udders. The air is thick with an electric charge and an entrails-covered replica of the Sephirot from the Zohar is neatly arranged on a nearby gore-stained workbench. A massive, ancient tree is somehow rooted in the center of the farm, its bark perfectly replicating the surface texture of a dissected cow liver.