The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, in the center of this super still, crystal-filled grotto, a blurry figure is sitting, which is apparently... me, but I still can't make out any details. The air's really humid and there's a weird, faint smell of myrrh and cardamom; the walls are covered in dripping crystals and moss. Part of the Sephirot from the Kabbalistic Tree of Life is somehow embedded into the stone above, like it's a normal part of the grotto's structure, its paths and spheres looking weirdly... natural. Outside, it's a deep, dark blue evening, with the stars just starting to show.