The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A swirling storm of iridescent soap suds is filling a massive, abandoned Roman amphitheater, umm, the air's thick with this heavy, perfumy scent. The sky above is a bright, midday blue with just a few wisps of cloud drifting across, casting an intense glare over the scene. Shafts of light from the sun are somehow passing through the soap suds without being refracted, illuminating the intricate carvings of Hermetic symbols etched into the ancient stone seats. The air's charged with an electric tension, like it's about to spark.