The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, there's this huge, abandoned cathedral made entirely of what looks like living, pulsing coral, its facade stretching up towards the sky like it's trying to reach something. The air's heavy with saltwater and this sweet, almost overwhelming scent of blooming jasmine, and the atmosphere's weirdly still despite the constant, distant crash of waves. Outside, a piece of the Moon is lodged into the ground, like it was somehow sheared off and fell to Earth. Water's pooling around its edges, reflecting this sickly chartreuse light from... somewhere.