The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming through stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on a massive, totally still, pool of oil that's filling a cathedral's nave. Like, the air's super heavy with the smell of old incense, and it's kinda dry. Outside, the sky's a sickly shade of chartreuse, with the sun somehow eclipsed by the Moon... that's also, somehow, much smaller and hovering a few degrees away.