The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted pipes are snaking out of a sprawling, organic-looking cathedral, like, pulsating with some weird inner pressure. Water's dripping upwards from the pipes' open ends, collecting into pools that defy gravity, suspended high above the air-thick stone floor. The air's heavy with incense, and outside, through the stained glass windows, a chunk of Mars is somehow lodged in the bright blue sky, blocking out part of the morning sun. Umm, slow-moving strands of iridescent dust are drifting through the still, crisp air, settling onto the intricate carvings of the cathedral's columns.