The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, levitating slabs of onyx are rearranging themselves into a... replica of the Kabalah Tree of Life, like, above this massive, still pool of water. The air's crisp, with this faint smell of myrrh wafting through, and the late afternoon sun's hanging low behind a cluster of jagged crystal formations. Water's flowing upwards from the pool, forming these frozen, iridescent tendrils that're wrapping around the onyx slabs, somehow making them pulse with a soft, blue light. The sky above's a deep, burning indigo, with... the Flower of Life symbol somehow etched into the stars themselves.