The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's slowly circulating in a massive, ancient baptismal font, like, under a stained-glass ceiling depicting cryptic Enochian symbols, casting multicolored light on the calm surface. Uh, air's humid and the scent of frankincense lingers, while the silence is broken by occasional, faint whale calls resonating through the chamber. Outside, I can hear heavy rain pattering against what sounds like a metal dome, yet it's somehow sunny in here with the warm light of a setting sun radiating from within the glass ceiling. The font's stone basin appears to be irreparably cracked, yet no water's leaking out.