The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... the sky's this pale, milky color, no sun visible, but there's this weird, pulsating light emanating from the rocky terrain... I'm surrounded by thousands of still, abandoned hourglasses, their sand somehow suspended mid-flow, like, just frozen in time. The air's thick with this heavy, ozone-like smell, and it's super humid... a massive, crystal-encased nautilus shell is just casually embedded in the ground, somehow projecting the intricate, swirling patterns of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life onto the misty air.