The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, sunlight filters through a giant stained glass window, casting colorful patterns on the ornate tile floor of a grand, empty basilica. The air's thick with the smell of incense, and a low hum, like a chant, is vibrating the space... somehow, a tiny tornado forms above the altar, drawing in the nearby candle flames, yet the candles themselves remain lit.