The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fragrant frankincense is wafting through the heavy, still air inside a grand, crystalline cathedral... Like, the sky above is a deep, fiery red, visible through the transparent crystal vaulted ceiling, as if the sun is setting, but somehow the light doesn't penetrate the space. Umm, intricate, swirling patterns of luminescent silver and gold filigree are etched into the crystal walls, echoing the shapes of certain mystical symbols from ancient Hermetic texts. The air's charged with a faint, almost imperceptible hum, as if the cathedral itself is resonating to a precise, otherworldly frequency.