The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping from a stained glass ceiling, casting tiny rainbows across the dusty floor of a massive, abandoned cathedral. Umm, the air's super stale in here, and the smell of old incense and mildew is hanging heavy. Outside, the sky's a deep purple, like it's sunset, but the sun itself is somehow hovering just above the altar, unmoving, despite the colors changing around it. The humidity's pretty low, and the air's got a faint, electric charge to it.