The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, shattered stained-glass windows refract sunlight onto a mess of puddles in a abandoned cathedral, the air's thick with the smell of moldy stone and ozone's absent, which is kinda weird. Outside, through the broken windows, I see a giant, ancient, Babylonian-style ziggurat somehow balanced upside-down on its flat top, the steps and pillars holding its own weight in defiance of physics... Rainwater trickles off its "base" and into the cathedral, where an old-school dot matrix printer somehow still works, clacking away, spitting out what looks like 4chan posts on torn-up printout sheets. The sky above's a deep blue with barely a cloud in sight.