The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's seeping from cracks in the ceiling of an ancient, ruined Pantheon, like it's been raining for years. The air's heavy with the smell of damp stone, and sunlight filters through the damaged dome above, casting jagged shadows on the intricate mosaic floor. Umm, an inverted, burning sun is suspended in the apse, but it's not spreading flames or heat, just softly illuminating the frescoes depicting the descent of Inanna into the Underworld. The still air feels electrically charged, making my skin prickle, as if the temple itself is a vast capacitor.