The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, stone sarcophagus is slowly being pulled into a ravaged, industrial meat grinder in the center of a deserted, rooftop slaughterhouse. Like, the air's thick with the stench of rotting meat, and the smell's so overpowering it's making my eyes sting. Blood-stained meat scraps are rearranging themselves into a real-time replica of the Sephirotic Tree from Kabbalistic texts on the greasy, metal countertops. Outside, the pale light of an early morning sun is casting a sickly glow over the whole scene, illuminating a ravaged cityscape stretching out as far as the eye can see.