The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frost is creeping up a series of crystalline columns that support the vaulted ceiling of an abandoned, underground cathedral. Umm, water is seeping from the stone walls, forming intricate, lace-like patterns on the floor that seem to be echoing the shapes of the Enochian alphabet. Like, the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and... the stone statue of a long-necked, saurian creature at the altar is breathing, its chest slowly rising and falling in the still, chilled air. Thin wisps of vapor are drifting upward from its nostrils, vanishing into the cold darkness.