The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight is filtering in through the stained glass ceiling of this huge, abandoned cathedral, casting all these weird colors on the dusty pews. Candles are somehow still burning, but they're not melting or dripping wax anywhere - it's like they're just kinda... paused. A bunch of starlings are flying around, their chirping echoing off the stone walls, and the air smells strongly of incense and damp stone. Outside, it sounds like it's pouring rain, but the air inside is perfectly still, like the cathedral's somehow sealed off from the storm.