The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, skeletal trees - their twisted branches etched with symbols from the Kabbalistic Tree of Life - stretch towards a deep indigo sky like a macabre forest, the air thick with an ozone-heavy mist that clings to everything. Umm, wisps of fog writhe across the trees' surfaces, imbuing the heavy atmosphere with an electric charge that makes my skin tingle. Gravity seems slightly off-kilter, as if the very fabric of space is warped around these impossible trees, their trunks somehow sinking into the ground without displacing any soil. A low, constant hum emanates from the mist.