The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dappled sunlight filters through the stained glass windows of an abandoned, Baroque-era church nave, casting vibrant patterns on a tangle of half-buried VHS-era coaxial cables that somehow grew tendrils and are now snaking around the pews like vines. Uh, the air's thick with old incense and my ears are popping from the low air pressure, but it's really still and silent in here, like a vacuum. A miniature replica of the Sistine Chapel's ceiling, somehow condensed to about twenty feet long, is lodged in the church's vaulted ceiling, with a halo of soft, white light emanating from the crack where the replica's frescoes seem to be pulling away from the stonework.