The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-stained water drips slowly from the edge of a massive, ancient stone altar, its surface etched with an image of the Qliphoth – the Kabbalistic Tree of Death. Umm... like, the air's heavy with the stench of rot and decay, and the humidity's almost palpable, clinging to my skin like a wet shroud. Outside, the sky's a sickly, jaundiced yellow, with sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows to cast a morbid, eerie glow on the carnage below. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the altar, forming a gory, pulsing pool that's somehow reflecting an image of the inverted Sephirot.