The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered remains of a Gothic-style cathedral are scattered across the surface of a lake of liquid silver, reflecting the pale light of dawn filtering through the jagged stained glass windows that somehow still cling to their stone frames. The air's thick with the smell of burning incense and ozone, feeling heavy with an electric charge as iridescent ripples spread across the lake's surface. Uh, a cluster of what appear to be self-sustaining, crystal orbs are pulsating with a low hum, somehow holding their positions amidst the ripples, as if anchored to an unseen lattice.