The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a colossal, hollowed-out tree root stretches across the sky like... a bridge, I guess, arching over this vast, sandy beach at sunrise. The air is thick with the smell of saltwater, and it feels pretty humid, but the stillness is almost surreal - no waves or anything. Water pours upwards from the sand, collecting into these glittering droplets that hover just above the surface before dissipating into thin air. The Tetragrammaton symbol is somehow seared into the trunk of the root above, pulsing with an otherworldly energy.