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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, pulsing tendrils of fog cling to a massive, inverted cathedral, its stone spires sinking into the earth like splintered bones. Umm, the air's heavy with incense and myrrh, the scent thick enough to leave a film on everything it touches. Shafts of sunlight piercing the fog illuminate stained glass windows that seem to be bleeding their colors into the surrounding air, casting no reflections or shadows. Like, somehow the cathedral's gravity is warping the nearby trees, their trunks and branches twisted and curved as if trying to follow the architecture's impossible geometry.