The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering through a latticework of frosted, crystalline panes that're set into the walls of a massive, empty cathedral, casting these intricate patterns on the stone floor. Like, the air's really still, but there's this low, constant vibration that's making the stained glass windows hum, and it smells of incense and honey. Water's collecting into tiny pools on the floor, and it's slowly forming these perfect, crystalline sculptures that're just sitting there, not even touching the ground. The sky outside's a deep shade of indigo, despite it being midday.