The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with incense smoke, and the smell of burnt frankincense lingers as water pours down, like, a million tiny waterfalls cascading off these intricately carved granite pillars that somehow seem to be supporting a massive, vaulted crystal ceiling, the facets reflecting every color of the rainbow. It's warm, the humidity's insane, but somehow the water doesn't appear to be evaporating. Outside, beyond the...whatever this is, a massive desert storm is raging, thunder booming, lightning flashing across the sky. Uh, in the distance, Liber Juratis symbols are just sorta, burning, into the air itself.