The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainwater's collecting on the surface of a series of massive, ancient mirrors that seem to be reflecting multiple angles of the sky at once. The air's humid and still, with a faint smell of frankincense, and the pale blue light above is casting a grid pattern across the compacted, metallic dust-coated ground. Umm, the mirrors are slowly rearranging themselves into a cryptic, Kabbalistic tree of life symbol, which is somehow affecting the local gravity - water's flowing upwards out of the ground to form a series of tiny, hovering orbs around the symbol's branches.