The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain-soaked, ornate spires of a gothic, cyberpunk cathedral rise from a dense thicket of neon-lit, fiberoptic "trees" – like they've grown organically around the structure. The air's heavy with the scent of wet circuit boards and incense, while iridescent, stained-glass panels reflect shattered patterns of light onto the waterlogged, crystalline forest floor. Uh, somehow the cathedral's central nave seamlessly merges with the event horizon of a miniature, swirling black hole that appears to be stabilizing the entire environment, despite the distant, cacophonous rumble of thunder.