The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly, fossilized roots are snaking out from an ancient, hollowed-out redwood tree, forming this impossible geometry that's supporting a network of rusted, copper pipes in mid-air. The air's got this faint scent of myrrh, and a bunch of iridescent dragonflies are clustering around a section of pipe that's somehow spewing forth this intricate, swirling pattern of sacred geometry from the Flower of Life. Like, outside, it's an overcast, grayish twilight, but inside, the air's electric with anticipation, and an unearthly greenish light's seeping through the tree's hollowed core.