The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decrepit, Byzantine-style cathedral sprawls before me, its intricate stone facade cracked and weathered. The air inside is thick with incense and ozone, while rain pounds against the stained glass windows, casting kaleidoscope patterns on the floor. Water's somehow pouring upwards from the fonts, collecting in a suspended, rippling pool that's reflecting the faint blue glow emanating from the walls. Umm, it's pretty quiet in here except for the gentle lapping of the water against the stone, and the creaking of old wooden pews.