The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ethereal, swirling clouds of iridescent gas dance above a sprawling, crystalline lake that stretches towards the horizon, its waters reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors. The air is charged with an electric hum, and it smells of ozone and the faintest hint of sandalwood, while the sun beats down upon the scene like a hammer. Like, the lake itself seems to be pulling in and spitting out glittering, geometric shards of... uh, another sky – from a sky not our own. The sky above appears to be a swirling canvas of the Tibetan Buddhist thangkas of the Kalachakra tantra.