The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring from the ceiling of a narrow, gothic-style nave, creating this crystal-clear, hexagonal-patterned ice that's covering everything, and the air's thick with the smell of incense and something sweet, like frankincense. Like, the stained glass windows are casting these fractal patterns on the floor, reflecting this pale, rainbow light, and there's this steady hum, umm, I think it's the sound of a thousand whispering voices, just beneath the threshold of hearing. The ice itself seems to be warping the sound, creating this... eerie resonance, like the whole space is a singing crystal.