The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing upward through these impossible, crystalline stalagmites in the middle of a deserted, frozen tennis court. The pale blue light of the sun's reflecting off the icy surface, making everything feel... super still, and the air's got this heavy, metallic smell, like burned wiring, with an electric charge that's buzzing from all the static. Uh, the crystalline formations are somehow merging with the court's surface to create this massive, pulsating glyph, a Sefirot from Jewish mysticism, etched into the ice like it's just... naturally occurring.