The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient stone tablets covered in cryptic Enochian symbols sprawl out across a dusty, worn lecture hall, air thick with the smell of old chalk and a hint of smoke. Umm, a massive, stained glass window high above depicts this vivid, apocalyptic scene of angels battling some... unseen, formless darkness. Outside, the sun beats down in a pale blue sky, but somehow the room's in perpetual twilight, shadows stuck in place. The tablets seem to be slowly rearranging themselves to spell out some new message, their stone surfaces worn smooth like they've been handled for centuries.