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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, metallic filaments weave together in mid-air, forming a grid that stretches across the empty, beige-colored expanse of a drained swimming pool. The air's dry and warm, with the smell of chlorine hanging heavy. Umm, a steady trickle of what looks like mercury somehow flows upwards from the pool's floor to the grid, forming small, intricate glyphs that match the astrological symbols used in Thelema's magical system. A few meters away, the rebar-reinforced walls of an abandoned hotel seem to be slowly, incrementally shifting, as if they're being reshaped by some hidden force.