The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming in through the stained-glass windows of a grand, Baroque-style church, casting colorful patterns on the polished obsidian floor. Like, the air's got this faint smell of burnt circuitry and the hum of a high-voltage transformer is filling the space. Water's trickling from the stone font in the center of the room, reflecting the scrolling blockchain transactions on the surface of a nearby crystal orb, and uh, for some reason, the crucifix above the altar is levitating in a state of quantum superposition, existing simultaneously upright and inverted.