The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cascading waterfalls of iridescent mist plunge into a seemingly bottomless, crystal-lined shaft, the roar of the water echoing off the crystalline formations. Uh, the air's crisp, with a hint of rose petals and citrus, and the light's diffuse, like the sun's behind a veil of clouds – but there's no sun visible, just a blazing, electric blue glow emanating from the crystal walls. Tattered fragments of what looks like a Kabbalistic Tree of Life diagram are etched into the crystal, the symbols shifting and reforming as the mist flows past.