The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, levitating fragment of the Voynich Manuscript hangs suspended within a tornado of static-charged, iridescent fibers that seem to be ripping apart the fabric of reality. The air's charged with electricity, and it smells like ozone and burned wire. I can see tendrils of the fibers crawling across the pages of the manuscript, decoding the text in real-time, and outputting a stream of scrolling ASCII art depicting some sort of... qliphothic tree of life. The sky's a swirling vortex of colors that seems to be resonating at 7.83 Hz.