The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusky light is filtering through stained glass panels in a long-abandoned cathedral, casting colorful patterns across a massive, crystalline structure that's growing organically from the altar. Umm, the air's super thick and still, heavy with incense, and I can hear this constant, low vibration that's making the stone carvings hum. Tendrils of a black, root-like substance are wrapping around the pillars, holding up fragments of shattered frescoes that somehow reassemble themselves every time I blink. Sunlight from a low-angled sun is illuminating the massive rose window above, shining right through it and onto the roots.