The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a colossal, iridescent waterfall is cascading down a cliffside, casting a misty veil over the surroundings as the air's filled with the sweet scent of frankincense. Like, the water's somehow flowing upwards, defying gravity, and reconstituting itself into a series of crystalline orbs that are suspended mid-air. Schools of bioluminescent fish are darting through the mist, their scales mirroring the patterns of the kabbalistic Tree of Life, as the sky above appears to be a deep, burnished copper color, with the sun hanging low and motionless. The air feels heavy with an electric charge.