The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a delicate, filigree-patterned cathedral made entirely of a glittering white salt rises out of a still, dark lake, reflecting the faint, silvery light of the setting moon. Water's somehow flowing upward through the intricate carvings that adorn the cathedral's facade, forming crystalline icicles that seem to be supporting the structure itself. The air's cool and heavy with the scent of frankincense, and like, there's this low, almost imperceptible thrumming vibration that feels like it's emanating from the salt itself. Shadows cast by the cathedral's spires appear to be moving of their own accord.