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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered, gothic archways stretch across a sprawling, cyclopean monastery, as if carved from a single, living block of black stone. Umm, heavy air, thick with incense and old parchment, weighs on me, the stillness punctuated by the faint, whispered chanting of unknown hymns etched into walls. Through a distant, shattered rose window, dark, bruise-purple storm clouds seem to writhe, twisted in impossible, non-Euclidean shapes, and stars shine from within, like beacons of dead constellations, illuminating an eerie, pious mural depicting the ascent of the Cathars' Resurrection Body. Gravity seems to shift, imperceptibly, as night slowly approaches.