The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, dead birds litter a massive, half-flooded cathedral, its pews submerged in murky, green-tinged water that seems to be slowly draining down towards the altar. Water drips from the vaulted ceiling, creating a dull, rhythmic echo through the space, while the air's heavy with the stench of rot and decay. The stained glass windows depict images from Austin Osman Spare's Book of Pleasure, and the entire structure appears to be slowly rotating around its central axis, casting disorienting patterns of light across the walls. Outside, the sky's a deep, foreboding purple.