The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring out of a broken baptismal font, forming a shallow lake on the floor of a dilapidated church. Like, the air's heavy with the stench of rot and mildew, and this weird, acrid smell of burning sulfur hangs over everything. Uh, the moon is somehow shining directly through the stained glass ceiling, illuminating the bloody carcass of a massive boar splayed across the altar, its body torn apart by some unseen force.