The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, sunlight's shining through a series of stained-glass windows set into the sides of a sprawling, subterranean cathedral carved into the living rock of some mountain range. Uh, the air's damp and still, thick with the smell of damp earth and the faint tang of frankincense, and a soft, constant dripping of water somewhere echoes through the space. The entire room's filled with intricate, gothic-style stone carvings of plants, animals, and various obscure symbols from medieval alchemy, and an ornate stone fountain at the room's center's somehow creating a perpetual loop of water flowing upwards against gravity.