The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, I'm looking at a massive stone crucifix submerged in a blood-stained, liquid silver lake, the surface mirroring the gray twilight sky above. Water pressure seems pretty high here, judging from the sound of groaning, twisted metal beneath the surface – might be an old sunken ship, who knows. The air's thick with an almost palpable charge, electric enough that I can feel it making the hairs on my skin stand on end. Above, the Kabbalistic Tree of Life diagram seared into the clouds looms, seemingly miles-wide and totally impossible.