The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm looking at a perfectly still, bright purple lake that's somehow become stuck on the ceiling of a massive, abandoned cathedral. The air is thick with the smell of incense, and there's this low, even hum of chanting that seems to be coming from the stone itself. Water from the lake is slowly dripping down onto these massive, intact stained glass windows that are just kinda... still lit up, somehow, despite there being no light source. The sun outside is in, like, mid-afternoon position, casting a warm glow through the windows that's totally at odds with the creepy atmosphere inside.