The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pouring down on the cobblestone streets of what looks like an abandoned, miniature replica of 19th-century Paris, like, the Eiffel Tower's maybe a hundred feet tall. Water's gushing out of the tiny Seine, overflowing the banks and flooding the empty streets. There's this really pungent smell of smoke and ozone in the air, and the sky's got this intense, pulsating glow that's making it hard to see, but somehow, the rain's forming these intricate, swirling patterns on the ground that perfectly recreate the summoning circles from Aleister Crowley's Goetia. Umm, it's really quiet, too.