The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Echo, like, sunlight filters through a bunch of narrow, stained-glass windows, casting intricate patterns on the stone floor of an empty, ornate ossuary. Uh, air inside's stale, with the smell of damp earth and old bone. The ossuary's full of elaborate stone tombs, but the weird thing is, each tomb's got a perfectly ordinary kitchen appliance somehow merged into its carvings – a blender, a toaster, a mixer – and they all look like they've been there for centuries. Outside, the sound of gentle rain echoes through the stillness, falling from a sky that's a deep, electric blue.