The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered stained glass and broken stone mosaics scatter the floor of a grand, abandoned cathedral, like the remains of a dropped kaleidoscope. The air's thick with dust, heavy with the scent of damp stone, and sunlight's pouring in through massive cracks in the vaulted ceiling. Outside, massive mechanical spiders are crawling across the facade, slowly reassembling the mosaics and rebuilding the stained glass windows with twitchy, mechanical limbs, somehow precision-crafting intricate new designs with an odd mix of historical motifs and VSCO-girl aesthetic patterns. Rainwater's dripping in from somewhere, echoing off the walls.