The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering through stained-glass windows high above, casting kaleidoscope patterns on the worn stone floor of a huge, abandoned cathedral. The air's kinda still, smelling like incense and old stone, with this... really low, almost-imperceptible hum coming from a massive, crystal-encrusted organ at the far end of the hall, its pipes somehow merging with the church's pillars like they're alive or something. Outside, I can hear the distant rumble of thunder and heavy rain pounding against the walls, but somehow a thin layer of perfectly calm, crystal-clear water covers the floor, reflecting the stained-glass patterns like a mirror.