The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rays of sunlight filter through stained glass windows in a small, ruined Byzantine-style chapel covered in ivy and moss, perched on a weathered basalt outcropping overlooking a tranquil salt lake. The air's filled with the scent of eucalyptus and honey, and umm, seagulls preen their feathers on the wooden pews as wisps of fog curl upwards towards the vaulted ceiling, sticking to the intricate frescoes like glue. The sky above appears to be folding in on itself, creating impossible geometry where a patch of saltwater seems to be seeping into the clouds. The air's heavy with an electric charge.