The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, ornate fountains are erupting with a fine, iridescent mist that's filling a massive, abandoned cathedral, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the stained glass windows. Uh, air's thick with the scent of frankincense and myrrh, and the pressure's kinda heavy, like... before a thunderstorm. The Sephirotic diagram from the Kabbalistic Tree of Life appears to be slowly burning into the stone floor, like a branding iron, and the flames are somehow not consuming anything, just... persisting.