The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cryptic symbols from the Picatrix are etched into the trunk of a massive, crystallized tree, its bark reflecting the pale light of a lunar eclipse in a complex pattern. Like, the air's thick with the smell of frankincense and myrrh, and it's eerily still, with only the sound of water dripping somewhere within the tree's hollowed-out core. Uh, iridescent mist is seeping from the symbols, taking on a life of its own as it forms impossible geometric shapes that seem to be nourishing the tree's growth. The air's charged with a faint electric buzz that's somehow causing the tree's crystalline structure to vibrate in harmony with the eclipse.