The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the entire interior of a massive, abandoned cathedral is covered in thick layers of coral, with schools of iridescent fish darting through the air like they're swimming in water. Umm, the stained glass windows are filtering a pale blue light into the space, and the air is stale, smelling of damp seaweed and something faintly sweet... it's pretty still in here. Outside, the distant sounds of seagulls fill the air, as chunks of stone from the crumbling exterior somehow seamlessly reattach themselves, like they're just part of some slow, geological cycle.