The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a giant crystal cathedral stretches up towards a swirling stormy sky, with sheets of rain pounding against its facets, casting rainbow patterns on the air that seems heavy with the smell of saltwater. Inside, hundreds of antique clocks are stuck at 11:47, surrounded by an impossibly delicate lace of silver filigree that echoes the pattern of the Seed of Life symbol... it's really loud, too, like a million whispers are trying to speak in unison. Lightning flashes outside, but the interior remains weirdly, completely still, with this faint scent of roses wafting from nowhere.