The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A fine, iridescent mist is seeping from the cracks in a massive, ancient temple's stone walls, like... somehow infusing the surrounding air with an electric charge that's making my skin prickle. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of damp earth and frankincense, and it's heavy with moisture - the mist is slowly coalescing into glittering, crystalline patterns on the stone floor, reflecting fragments of the Sephirotic diagram from the Kabbalistic Tree of Life. A dark, star-filled sky stretches above, with the constellations shifting and rearranging themselves in a slow, repeating pattern. The moon's... split in two, hanging suspended in the air.