The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, dilapidated Gothic cathedral somehow sits on the surface of a frozen lake, like, totally still and calm despite the open water beneath the thin ice sheet. The air's heavy with incense and damp stone, a cold mist rising from the surface of the lake into the frosty air, which is almost completely silent except for this steady creaking of ancient wooden beams and faint chanting coming from somewhere inside the cathedral. Umm, stained glass windows depicting cryptic symbols of the Red Hand are somehow reflecting the light of a sunrise... on the wrong side of the building.