The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a narrow, rocky ravine cuts deep into the face of a massive, rust-red sandstone mesa, late afternoon sun casting long shadows across its serrated walls. Air's dry, carrying a whiff of sagebrush and burnt earth, while a small squadron of iridescent beetles zips past, etching intricate symbols into the rock face as they fly by. A delicate, crystalline pool glimmers in the ravine's heart, its waters reflecting an inverted, shimmering image of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life - this ravine's also somehow containing the precise, sonic echo of every earthquake that's ever struck this mesa.