The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A twisted mass of splintered, crystalline formations has erupted through the dark, powdery surface of a long-abandoned, lunar regolith quarry. Umm, the air's heavy with ozone and the faint scent of burned incense clings to the jagged crystal shards, reflecting a sickle-shaped moon hanging low in the black sky above. Like, the silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the faint, steady hum of... a massive, gemstone-encrusted Sefirot Tree spinning slowly in the center of the quarry, its impossible, inverted roots twisting deep into the vacuum of space itself.