The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Still water covers the entire floor of an abandoned, grand cathedral, its Gothic columns rising like giants from the calm surface. The air's thick with the scent of old incense and has this electric charge, like my hair's standing on end. Water's running up the stained-glass windows, seeping into the intricate depictions of the Seals of Solomon, and somehow these tiny, crystalline formations are... reflecting an inverse image of the cathedral's own architecture. Outside, a pale sun hangs just above the horizon, casting a faint, silver glow through the rose windows.