The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through the shattered remains of a stained-glass dome above, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the dusty, cobweb-covered pews in this massive, abandoned cathedral. The air's thick with the scent of old incense and damp stone, and there's this... weird, almost palpable echo of chanting, like it's stuck in the air or something. Water's pouring out of a stone gargoyle's mouth in the center of the room, but it's not falling – it's just accumulating in mid-air, forming this perfect, crystalline sphere that's slowly rotating.