The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, rainwater is collecting in a series of worn, stone baptismal fonts in a long-abandoned, Orthodox church. Like, the air is heavy with the scent of myrrh and it's pretty humid, with a thin layer of condensation coating the intricate mosaics that depict various scenes from the Book of Enoch. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the fonts, silently nourishing a sprawling network of ancient, thorny vines that are... embedded with microscopic, shimmering fragments of what looks like the Moon's surface. The air's charged with a faint, buzzing electricity.