The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainwater's somehow flowing upwards through the stained-glass ceiling of a massive, abandoned cathedral, like... it's being sucked back into the clouds or something. The air's super humid, and the scent of frankincense is thick and heavy. Shattered remnants of cryptic symbols are scattered across the metallic dust-covered floor, reflecting the pale, silver light that filters down from above, where the sky seems to be slowly repairing itself with iridescent, crystalline tendrils that are spreading like vines. Water droplets on the stained-glass ceiling are rearranging themselves into an intricate, gothic pattern.