The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pounds against the stone facade of a sprawling, Byzantine monastery, built into the side of a rocky cliff face. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of wet earth, and the sound of dripping water echoes off the stone as rivulets of water somehow flow uphill from the ground, pouring steadily into a series of intricately carved stone fonts that line the monastery's walls. Each font's surface is reflecting an image of a different celestial body, like they're somehow connected to the movements of the planets themselves. The sun's not visible, but a faint, otherworldly light permeates the air.