The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring down the sides of a massive, inverted cathedral made entirely of layered, mirrored glass, like, the reflections are distorting everything around me. Inside, it's cool and still, with an overpowering scent of old bread and dust, and the sound of quietly murmuring, ASMR whispers seems to emanate from the glass itself. Umm, the sky above is this intense, blinding blue, with the faint, pixelated outline of a Minecraft-style crafting grid somehow etched into the air, just hovering there, quietly glowing with an even, diffused light.