The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's somehow suspended in mid-air, forming this huge, glassy cube in the center of a bombed-out cathedral, reflecting the pale blue light of the setting sun that's shining directly through the massive hole in the ceiling. Like, the air's super thick with the smell of smoke, fuel, and incense, and it's got this weird, pulsating static charge that's making the cube shudder. Uh, the walls are cracked and covered in weird symbols from the Picatrix, and they seem to be shifting, rearranging themselves as the cube slowly starts to melt into this weird, tar-like substance that's pooling on the floor.