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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, cobweb-covered candelabras sit atop a series of decrepit, Baroque-style altarpieces, the air thick with old incense and smoke. Like, a faint scent of sandalwood and myrrh hangs in the heavy, humid air, weighing down everything. In the distance, a series of ancient, water-damaged frescoes depict the ascent of the Qliphoth, the shell-like husks of shattered divine vessels in Kabbalistic lore, the once-vibrant colors dulled and flaked by time. Unmoving, centuries-old rivulets of candle wax somehow still cling to the faces of the frescoes, as if frozen in mid-drip.