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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, crimson vines cover a massive, cyclopean church like it's been reclaimed by nature, the stone walls cracked and worn, but somehow, still reflecting a sharp, fiery glow. Umm, the air's heavy with incense, feels like my head's gonna spin, and the humidity's crazy high - I can feel sweat beading on my skin. Outside, the sky's a swirling vortex of purples and reds, like a rip in the fabric of reality, and a giant, ornate crucifix hangs suspended mid-air, slowly revolving, its crossbeam emitting this weird, piercing whine that's making my teeth ache.