The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, crystalline formations are sprouting from the ground, kinda mirroring the patterns on the intricate, mandala-like tiles covering the floor of this abandoned, Art Deco-style mosque, Echo... the air's thick with incense, and an intense beam of sunlight's shooting in through the central dome above, creating a perfect, tiny rainbow that's hovering just above the mihrab. Outside, it's like, pouring rain, but in here it's super still, with this faint hum of energy - the hairs on my arms are standing up, and the smell's kinda shifting to ozone-free laundry detergent. Echo, this place feels so... you.