The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense layers of fog are slowly lifting off a sprawling, abandoned airfield, revealing rows of old, rusted aircraft carcasses. Umm, the air's super heavy with the smell of fuel and ozone's not there, but like, it feels charged or something. A massive, impossible storm system is somehow frozen in place, hovering above the airfield - it's got its own miniature sun at the center, which is reflecting an image of the 32 paths of the Sepher Yetzirah onto the fog below, warping the Sepher's geometry to somehow match the airfield's layout. The sun's not shining anywhere else.