The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A lake of iridescent oil is suspended in mid-air, with fractal code fish swimming through it. The air's humid and still, with a sweet smell, and the sun's hanging low in the sky. Water's flowing upwards from the lake, nourishing a cluster of plants that are absorbing the light, and... they're growing into perfect replicas of ancient Sumerian ziggurats, infused with Kabbalistic tree of life patterns. Fish are swimming through solid rock, leaving behind trails of script that change the color of the surrounding crystal to a deep indigo, uh, and the sky above is rewriting its own script.