The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin, sweeping staircases of cracked, grey stone somehow blend into massive, fossilized tree trunks, like, framing an immense, Gothic arch that opens into the rust-red darkness of a sprawling, abandoned cathedral... Umm, delicate tendrils of ivy entwine the pillars, filling the damp air with a faint, musky scent as the sun's faint, crimson light bleeds through the stained glass windows above, casting macabre patterns on the dusty, marble floor. Soft, hollow sounds seem to rise from the depths of the cathedral, harmonizing with a barely audible hum that vibrates through the air like a cello. The air feels heavy and expectant.