The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming through a gap in the slowly rotating, kilometers-thick crystal lens that's somehow encasing a tiny, turbulent galaxy, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the rust-colored, powdery soil of a barren, alien landscape. The air's thick with an electric charge, like right before a lightning storm, and it smells sweetly of burned copper. Water's pooling in tiny, iridescent ruts etched into the ground, which appear to be a naturally occurring, three-dimensional representation of the Qliphothic Tree of Knowledge from ancient Kabbalistic lore. The sky's pitch black despite the sun's presence.