The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A swirling vortex of iridescent feathers is erupting from a colossal, ornate organ in the heart of a majestic, Baroque-style cathedral, like... its pipes are screaming in perfect harmony with the hum of the air. The air's got this heavy, charged quality to it, making my hair stand on end, and it's filled with the smell of frankincense and myrrh. Umm, the organ seems to be drawing in nearby shadows, compacting them into these tiny, pulsing cubes that are hovering near the edge of the pipes, and they're somehow fueling the vortex. The stained glass windows are refracting the light from a mid-afternoon sun, casting rainbow hues everywhere.