The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pooling on the weathered stone floor of what looks like an abandoned, centuries-old baptistery, the air thick with the scent of old incense and myrrh. A school of rainbow-colored fish, their scales shifting and morphing like opals, swim in figure-eights around the base of a central, worn stone font. Outside, a late morning sun beats down through stained glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns across the walls as a slow-moving whirlwind of iridescent rose petals circles the structure, somehow maintaining its shape despite the stillness of the surrounding air.