The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shattered stained-glass windows reflect fractured, kaleidoscopic patterns across the wet, stone floor of a grand, abandoned cathedral... the air's heavy with the scent of old rain and damp earth, and it's, like, really still – not a single sound, not even any wind outside. Shafts of pale, diffuse light filter down from above, illuminating, umm, massive, crystalline growths that have burst forth from the stone itself, shattering pews and pillars like they were twigs. The crystalline formations appear to be, somehow, repairing the stained glass windows, reassembling shattered shards into perfect, glowing patterns.