The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with incense and there's a heavy stillness, like, you can feel the weight of it. I'm surrounded by the skeletal remains of what looks like a hundred or so long-dead cedar trees, their twisted trunks stretching up towards a swirling purple sky with a massive, levitating Sri Yantra symbol at its center. The symbol seems to be somehow influencing the weather, with wisps of fog gathering and dispersing in time with the slow pulsing of its nine concentric triangles. Uh, the wood from the trees appears to be... reknitting itself.