The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A perfectly spherical cathedral rises out of a dense thicket, its stone surface covered in a mesh of fine, silver filaments that seem to be singing in a high-pitched hum. The air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and ozone's not here, but there's some other kind of electric charge that's making my skin feel weird... Umm, it's not really windy, but the trees around the thicket are slowly, steadily tilting inwards, like they're trying to lean against the cathedral. Inside the cathedral, a solid beam of light is just hanging there, unmoving, despite it being pretty overcast outside.