The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted tendrils of what looks like fiber optic cables burst through the ground, like, wrapped around a metallic pagoda in the center of a desert clearing. Uh, the air's hot and dry, with an electric charge that's making my skin prickle, and the sun's hanging low in the sky, casting a reddish-orange glow over the sand. Water's somehow trickling upwards from the cables, forming tiny fountains that are being sucked into the pagoda, as a diagram of the 64 hexagrams from the I Ching is etched into the metal, pulsing with a weird energy.