The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring from a series of ornate, gothic fountains, suspended high up on the rough-hewn walls of a massive, granite cathedral... Umm, the air's damp, with a faint scent of frankincense. Outside, I can hear a muffled, crackling sound, like thunder, but the stained glass windows are filled with a warm, golden light, as if it's sunny out. One of the fountains seems to be spewing water directly into a nearby, perfectly circular void in the stone floor, with no apparent pipes or drain in sight, just an endless, soundless drop.