The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog swirls around a massive, partially submerged cathedral, its stained glass windows refracting a faint, shimmering light from below the waterline. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of damp stone, and the silence is oppressive... it's like the fog's muffling all sound. Water pours upwards from the stone floor, somehow filling a series of ornate, gilded fonts that seem to be pulling the liquid straight up into the air, defying gravity. The air's chilly and still, with an electric charge that's making the hairs on my arms stand on end.