The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight is filtering through stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the floor of a massive cathedral. The air's thick and heavy with the scent of old stone and incense, and I can hear the sound of water dripping somewhere in the distance, echoing off the high ceilings. A large section of the stone wall is... slowly unraveling, thread by thread, like it's made of yarn or something, but it's definitely solid stone. It's pretty still in here, except for the occasional faint rumble, like distant thunder on a summer day.