The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's blasting through stained glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the polished stone floor of a centuries-old cathedral... The air's thick with the scent of frankincense, myrrh, and something like... ionized air, I guess, and it's got this almost palpable electric charge. Umm, the vaulted ceiling appears to be dissolving, revealing a crystalline lattice that seems to be drawing the stone itself up into the sky like a slow-motion whirlwind, somehow leaving the intricate frescoes of Kabbalistic symbols intact on the walls.