The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, silver fog pours out of a series of ancient, cyclopean tunnels in the side of a worn, granite mountain, like, totally shrouding the rough-hewn stone steps that lead up to them in a damp, gray mist. Umm, air's pretty thick with humidity, and the only sound is the soft dripping of water echoing off the stone, as the stillness is kinda oppressive. Above the tunnels, the branches of some huge, crystalline tree somehow form an anatomically accurate representation of the Sephirot from the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, with tiny, glowing particles suspended within its latticework structure.