The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense thicket of iridescent flowers is swaying back and forth, like, in perfect sync with some unheard rhythm, in this lush, otherworldly meadow. Umm, the air's thick with this heady, sweet scent, and the sky above is a deep shade of indigo, with what looks like the ghostly outline of a Merkaba hovering just above the treeline. Water's dripping from the petals, forming a series of tiny, shimmering pools that seem to be reflecting an image of the Sephiroth – the Kabbalistic diagram – but it's somehow got an extra, unaccounted-for sephirah that's pulsing with a soft, blue light.