The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-encrusted stalactite hangs from the ceiling of a cavernous, underground cathedral, its facets reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors from the shifting iridescent mist that's seeping in through the walls. Uh, the air's thick with the scent of frankincense and myrrh, and it's heavy with an electric charge that's making my skin tingle. Like, the mist is somehow forming intricate, three-dimensional geometric patterns that are resonating with the gentle hum of... what sounds like a chanting of the "Cygnus X-1" psalm, and it's coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.