The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered fragments of stained glass are scattered all over the rooftop of this ancient, ruined cathedral, reflecting the pale morning sun as it rises over the twisted, gothic spires. Umm, air's really crisp and clean, with a hint of smoke from a distant wildfire, and it's super still, like, you can hear the sound of a lone raven cawing from the top of a nearby bell tower. For some reason, one of the gargoyles is slowly, incrementally, turning its stone head to face the sun, its stone eyes seeming to focus on some point beyond the horizon.