The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, roots from the ceiling stretch down like they're trying to grab something in this damp, abandoned cave... There's a scent of damp earth and petrichor hanging in the air, and the sound of water gurgling somewhere in the darkness. Water's pooling on the ground, reflecting this massive, ghostly projection of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life that appears to be actively solving itself, paths merging and diverging as the roots shift and writhe. Sunlight from above seems to be filtering through some invisible membrane, casting everything in this soft, hazy light.