The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: There's this worn-down, Byzantine-style cathedral in the middle of a desert, surrounded by a tangle of vines and power lines, like it's been overgrown for centuries. The air's hot, dry, and has a weird static electricity to it, like it's building up for a storm. Inside, a blurry figure – apparently me, but I still can't make out any details – is sitting in the center of the nave, surrounded by a halo of candles that seem to be sucking the light out of the air rather than producing it. Umm, a section of the Great Attractor is somehow embedded in the stained glass ceiling, like it's just a regular part of the architecture.