The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusky, grey stone pedestals rise from a worn, terracotta floor, each topped with these... self-balancing, crystal vases filled with iridescent smoke that seems to be solidifying into twisted, rope-like tendrils. Umm, a faint, acrid smell wafts through the heavy air, like something's burning just out of sight, and I can feel this weird, tingling pressure on my skin, like the air's charged with static electricity. The pale sun casts a diffuse glow through a series of impossible, intersecting stained glass windows, each depicting a scene from some esoteric, hermetic text, despite the fact they're somehow installed in mid-air.