The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through stained glass windows high up in a Gothic-style chapel, casting vibrant patterns on the stone floor. Umm, the air's got this heavy, sweet scent, like frankincense, and it's pretty still. A series of beeswax candles are somehow sustaining a steady, inch-high flame on the surface of a small, motionless lake in the chapel's center, without any ripples or fuel source. The water's reflecting a perfectly symmetrical, inverted image of the chapel's intricate stone carvings.