The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life is scrawled on the side of a rusting, abandoned submarine lodged in the center of a dry, cracked lake bed. Umm, the air is super hot and dry, it smells like saltwater and oxidized metal, and the sky above is this intense, cloudless blue. A bunch of tumbleweeds are somehow being blown towards the submarine, like, despite the air being totally still, and they're all piling up at the base of the hull, forming this perfect, intricate replica of the Qliphoth symbol. Water's somehow dripping out of the submarine's propeller, creating this small, isolated patch of wet sand in the middle of the desert lake bed.