The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late afternoon sunlight's pouring in through the stained glass windows of a sprawling, abandoned cathedral, casting rainbow-colored shadows on the intricate, mosaic-covered floor. Water's trickling down from the vaulted ceiling, steadily filling the carved, marble fonts and umm, it smells kinda damp and musty, but also sorta... sweet, like old incense. Outside, massive crystal stalactites are slowly growing down from the sky, their tips somehow perfectly aligned with the cathedral's spires, like they're anchoring the building to the air. The air's heavy, still, and has this faint, buzzing quality to it.