The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snowflakes are falling from the ceiling of this vast, underground basilica, landing silently on a lake of what appears to be liquid silver. The air's heavy with the scent of frankincense, and there's an expectant stillness like the moment before a storm. Umm, shards of crystal formations etched with alchemical symbols are piercing through the silver lake, releasing tiny, pulsing orbs of light that somehow don't illuminate anything. Above, the ceiling seems to be displaying a precise, inverted representation of the celestial map described in the Book of Enoch.