The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weird sunlight filters through stained glass windows of this grand cathedral, casting an intricate pattern on the ornate pews. The air's thick with incense, and I can hear the hum of, like, an electric charge coming from a massive organ, its pipes somehow transforming into twisted gaming console cables that stretch to the ceiling. Uh, the air pressure feels kinda low in here. BLADEE's album artwork is somehow projected onto a nearby altar, the images morphing into weird, pixelated frescoes that seem to shift as I look at them.