The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's pouring through the stained glass ceiling of a massive, empty cathedral, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the stone floor. The air's thick with the smell of old incense and it's pretty still in here, except for the sound of whispered prayers that seem to be coming from the intricate stone carvings on the walls, which are somehow shifting and rearranging themselves to spell out phrases like "WAGMI" in Latin. A giant, ornate pipe organ at the front of the cathedral is playing a low, pulsing drone that seems to be vibrating through the entire structure, causing tiny tremors in the stone floor.