The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shredded pieces of what looks like stained glass are scattered across the floor of this abandoned, dilapidated cathedral. Rainwater is pouring in through the destroyed roof, and like, water's collecting around the base of a massive, stone statue of a gargoyle, which has somehow grown new, functioning wings, complete with feathers and veins. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and the atmosphere's heavy, oppressive. It's late afternoon, I'd say, judging from the angle of the sunlight filtering in through the stained glass shards embedded in the walls.