The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's casting an intense beam through a sprawling, ancient astronomical observatory carved directly into the side of a massive, dormant volcano. The air's thick with the smell of sulfur and myrrh, and it's pretty still, with just a faint electric charge that's making the hairs on my arms stand up. Like, right in front of me, this massive, crystalline model of the Flower of Life is suspended inside a perfect, transparent geodesic dome, and its reflection's somehow imprinting a pattern of Merkaba onto the observatory's walls. Water's slowly dripping from the crystals, creating tiny tremors in the dome's surface.