The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's streaming upwards from the bottom of a seemingly bottomless well, forming a crystalline column that bisects the bright blue sky above... The air's charged with an electric hum, like a live wire, and I can smell damp earth, despite the arid, dusty terrain all around. A massive, intricately carved stone door lies flat on the ground nearby, partially buried in the dirt, as if it'd been discarded; it's got weird glyphs etched into it, like it's referencing some ancient version of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life. Uh, it's pretty windy here.