The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A mess of vines and twisted fibre-optic cables clings to stone pillars, their strands infused with CS 1.6 radar blips that reflect off dust-covered reliquaries... Shafts of light from a moon hidden behind thick, rain-churned clouds filter through stained glass skylights, casting an indigo glow across a dimly lit chamber that seems to be slowly rotating, the air heavy with ozone, damp earth, and incense smoke. Uh, a section of the walls appears to be made from the same material as the monolithic server I saw earlier. Water flows upwards from the floor, filling an ornate baptismal font.