The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping upwards from a collection of ancient stone fonts, pooling in mid-air like a weird, suspended liquid lattice. I'm surrounded by the musty scent of damp stone and a faint tang of frankincense. Uh, a faint blue haze fills the air, giving off a low, buzzing static, like the air itself is charged with some kind of electricity, and outside the narrow stained glass windows, I see an endless expanse of jagged black mountains, stark against the pale silver light of an eclipsed sun that seems to be shining from all directions at once.