The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Pale light spills through an array of glittering stained-glass panels above, casting kaleidoscope patterns on a series of cryptic stone pedestals that are slowly rearranging themselves in the center of a vast, empty basilica. Air is heavy with frankincense, and I can feel a low, thrumming hum resonating through the stone floor - kinda like a distant Discord voice channel left unmuted. The smell shifts, taking on a weird, chemical edge as crystal formations begin growing up the sides of the pedestals, precisely mirroring the Basilica's frescoes in microscopic detail.