The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's shining through these... stained glass panels embedded in the stone walls of this vast underground cathedral, casting these weird, multicolored patterns on the rough-hewn floor. Like, umm, flocks of what look like parakeets are flying through the air, chirping quietly as the sound echoes off the walls, but there's no sound of wings beating - they're just sort of... drifting around, I guess. The air's still, heavy with incense, but somehow these hundreds of candles scattered everywhere are burning without melting the wax or producing any smoke, despite the fire being basically stationary.