The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A narrow, winding staircase carved into the side of a massive, ancient tree trunk descends deep into the earth. The air's thick with the scent of damp moss and ozone-free static electricity, and it's humid, like just before a thunderstorm. Umm, at the bottom, a pool of still, silvery water reflects a beam of diffuse sunlight filtering through a small opening above, and this water's somehow holding the shape of a miniature replica of the Voynich Manuscript's cosmos pages, complete with moving, intricately illustrated celestial bodies. The tree trunk above is silently shifting, rearranging its bark patterns like a liquid.