The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, ornate basilica seems to have grown organically from the living rock of a rugged, granite outcropping, its weathered stone surfaces reflecting the pale, silver light of a lunar eclipse. The air's heavy with the scent of aged leather and damp stone, as the soft, liquid calls of a flock of ghostly, iridescent birds echo off the walls, their forms blending seamlessly into the intricate, gothic carvings that cover the basilica's facade. Umm, a procession of crystalline, lotus-like flowers appears to be emerging from the rock itself, their delicate, glassy petals unfolding like tiny, mechanical wings.