The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pouring down on a vast, dilapidated columbarium, the sound echoing off the cracked, moss-covered stone. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves, and it feels electrically charged, like the storm itself is energizing the structure. Inside, what looks like hundreds of ancient, ornate urns are arranged on shelves, each emitting a faint hum that seems to be harmonizing with the thunder outside, while the ashes they contain are slowly coalescing into tiny, iridescent orbs that seem to be rising into the air.