The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog's rolling off this ancient, ruined temple, partially submerged in a murky swamp. Umm, air's thick with humidity and this heavy, loamy smell, like the ground's constantly shifting. In the center, a sprawling network of twigs and roots somehow precisely replicates the Sephirothic Tree from Kabbalistic texts, stretching at least 50 feet up into the mist. As sunlight filters through the canopy above, tiny wisps of vapor seem to condense on its 'paths', pulsating with a faint, gentle energy – no idea what that's about.