The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, crimson-colored stalagmites rise from the dusty floor of a massive, cavernous library. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of old leather, and the flicker of luminescent, iridescent fungi casts an eerie light on the walls. Tattered, yellowed scrolls seem to be unraveling themselves, their threads weaving together into a vast, intricate tapestry that depicts scenes from the Phaedo and the Book of Enoch... and uh, it's slowly shifting to display an aerial view of the Sephirot. Shattered fragments of what look like ceramic astrolabes crunch underfoot.