The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pounding against the windows of this old, abandoned observatory, the sound echoing through the empty space. Umm, the air's heavy with humidity, and it smells like... ozone-free glass cleaner? The telescope's trained on a point outside, where a swirling vortex in the storm clouds somehow has a perfect, crystalline representation of the Sephirot suspended in its center, like it's just a natural part of the weather. A slow drip of water's trickling upward, off the edge of the table, back into the old coffee cup beside the telescope controls.