The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late-morning sunlight filters through an intricately carved, crystalline skylight in a hollowed-out, inverted cathedral buried deep within the earth. The air's crisp and clean, like, with a hint of wet stone as water flows upwards from the center of the chamber, generating a series of contained whirlpools that seem to be holding aloft fragments of shattered stained glass, which are reassembling themselves into depictions of mythological creatures from ancient Enochian scriptures. A low hum of... energy emanates from the chamber's core, and uh, the smell of old incense hangs heavy in the still air.