The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's heavy with incense as a gleaming, gold-encrusted tabernacle hovers at the center of a vast, crystalline cave, surrounded by rings of burning candles that somehow aren't melting the frost-covered rock. Umm, the smell of old, dried flowers and a hint of something... almost metallic is lingering, despite the total stillness of the air, which is weirdly charged, like right before a thunderstorm. A fine, glittering dust is falling upwards, slowly rising towards the cave ceiling like it's being repelled by the tabernacle or something. Outside, the late morning sun's visible through the cave entrance, casting long shadows across the crystal formations.