The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of smoke are curling out of the spent candles in this abandoned cathedral, umm, air's heavy with the scent of old wax and bergamot. Shafts of sunlight are illuminating the stained glass windows, casting rainbow-colored patterns across the flagstone floor. Outside, like, birds are flying backwards in formation, somehow not colliding with each other as they weave through the intricate stone carvings on the exterior of the cathedral. A high-pressure system's bearing down, making my ears pop, and the stillness is absolute.