The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, mist-shrouded cataract tumbles down a seemingly endless basalt cliffside under a pale morning sky. The air is crisp, with an electric charge, and it smells like ozone right before a storm... but somehow, everything feels really still, like time is stuck. Uh, tendrils of ivy are growing out of tiny, cryptic symbols etched into the rock face - the same ones from the "Liber Legis" - and are weaving together what looks like a colossal, intricate network of ley lines that just kinda... ends in mid-air. The cataract is literally flowing upwards, back into the cliff.