The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun's setting over a barren, rocky coastline, casting an orange glow over the shore. Waves crash against jagged boulders, sending sprays of seawater into the air, but like, somehow the water's surface isn't disturbed – it's got a perfect, mirror-like reflection of the Sephirotic Tree etched into the surface of the nearby lake from before, down to the last detail. Umm, seagulls are flying overhead, their cries carrying on the crisp, salty air as a low hum, like static, seems to be emanating from a nearby, twisted metal sculpture of what looks like a qliphothic glyph. The air's charged with electricity.