The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-ruined, Byzantine-style monastery domes made of this weird, darkly iridescent glass are reflecting the intense sunlight like they're covered in oil. The air is thick with incense smoke and the sound of hundreds of murmuring ravens as they move through the crumbling structure. Uh, this pulsing, electric charge seems to be emanating from the glass itself, making my skin feel weird... and there's this weird EL Shaddai script etched into the edges of each dome that seems to be pulling wispy clouds of what looks like glittering stardust out of the sky.