The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming in through the grimy stained-glass windows of a massive, ornate Gothic cathedral, illuminating the cobweb-covered stone statues of saints... the air's stale and humid, stinking of rotting flesh. A massive pipe organ in the corner is slowly, methodically repairing itself with mechanical, tendril-like vines snaking out of the walls to replace the broken keys. Blood-soaked, half-disassembled corpses of arctic foxes litter the pews, while an unexplained, ear-shattering whine emanates from a small, partially-exposed wormhole hovering just above the altar.