The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain-soaked pews are reflected in the rippling surface of the flooded cathedral, with tiny ripples radiating outward like someone tossed a stone. Water's dripping from the vaulted ceiling, echoing off the stone columns that support the massive stained glass windows filtering sunlight, casting kaleidoscope patterns on the walls. Uh, a partially disassembled pipe organ is lodged in the debris-choked pulpit, somehow still emitting a low hum in harmony with the sound of a perpetual, soft chant etched into the air molecules themselves. The air's heavy with incense, weighing everything down.