The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shards of obsidian pierce the ground like stalactites, somehow still standing upright, surrounding a glowing latticework of intersecting ley lines that emit a gentle hum. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of ozone-free petrichor, and a faint, pulsing aura of the 231 Gates of the Sephirot seems to emanate from the center of this formation. The sky's a deep, fiery orange, as if reflecting the crystalline vibrations from the center, where a still, motionless whirlpool appears to be pulling the surrounding landscape inward without actually moving.