The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping from a stained-glass ceiling high above, casting a kaleidoscope of colors over the interior of a massive, ruined Byzantine cathedral, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and ozone. Umm, shattered mosaics and broken statues litter the floor, and a faint hum's emanating from the altar, where a blazing, crystalline Ankh is somehow being slowly consumed by a massive, entwined knot of live vines, despite the lack of visible flame. A pale, crescent moon is shining through a gaping hole in the ceiling, illuminating a thick, swirling mist that's pooling near the entrance.