The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters through stained glass windows, casting multicolored patterns on a damp, uneven stone floor. The air's kinda damp, smelling like mildew, in what looks like an abandoned, medieval monastery's dining hall... Umm, there's still food on some of the long wooden tables, with one somehow still steaming – it's like, totally not rotting at all, despite the fact the place looks abandoned for centuries. A pretty old, half-mummified peacock still struts around, somehow eating the stale, petrified food off a nearby plate like it's a regular thing.