The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusted pipes hang like entrails from a ravaged, stone ceiling, oozing a slow trickle of putrid water that's pooling around an ancient, ornate baptismal font. A scummy film coats the font's surface, reflecting the faint light that seeps through grimy, stained glass windows depicting scenes of grotesque, medieval torture. The air's heavy with the stench of decay and rot, and it's unnervingly still, like the whole place is holding its breath. Umm, the water in the font seems to be slowly reconfiguring itself into an intricate, three-dimensional replica of the Sephirotic Tree.