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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: An abandoned, Byzantine-style chapel, shrouded in mist, stands precariously at the edge of a precipitous, craggy cliff overlooking an eerie, black slate sea that appears to have no horizon line, only a subtle, gradient fade into an absolute darkness. Faint whispers of gnostic hymns seem to be embedded within the cold, heavy fog that clings to my skin, an odd static charge lingering in the damp air. Inside the crumbling chapel, an ivory bust of the forgotten, minor Roman god, Janus, weeps... like, literal, tears of molten obsidian onto the rubble-covered floor. Uh, the stillness is unsettling.