The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping slowly from the petals of massive, lotus-like flowers that seem to be embedded in a layer of iridescent fog, their stems somehow attached to the underside of a translucent, crystalline cave ceiling. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of myrrh, and it's got this weird, syrupy consistency that's making my movements feel sluggish. The cave's walls seem to be etched with a version of the Sephirot from the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, except the nodes are somehow moving, rearranging themselves into patterns that reflect the growth patterns of the flowers. It's snowing outside, somehow, despite the air inside being warm.