The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, rotting whale carcass is beached on the black, volcanic sand of a desolate, tropical island, its flesh torn apart by scavenging birds and giant, carnivorous crabs. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of decay and saltwater, and the sun's beating down relentlessly, like it's midday. The island's central volcano is still smoldering, sending a thin plume of smoke into the air, and... somehow, a perfectly intact, Baroque-style chapel is embedded in the side of the volcano, as if it grew there organically. The sound of screams and wailing is echoing from within the chapel.