The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline formations jut out from a sea of perfectly still, silver liquid that seems to be reflecting multiple versions of the same image - a sprawling, Baroque-style cathedral in the distance, its facade covered in cryptic symbols from the Picatrix. The air is thick and heavy with the scent of myrrh, and I can feel a low hum, like a cello drone, coming from beneath the liquid's surface. A crescent moon is visible in the burnt-orange sky, even though it feels like high noon. Uh, the crystalline formations are slowly... rearranging themselves to spell out a passage from the Sepher Yetzirah.