The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of frost creep across a stained glass window, like, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the polished silver floor of a vast, abandoned cathedral. The air's heavy with incense and ozone, and the silence is almost suffocating. Shafts of pale sunlight pierce through the window, illuminating a constellation of cryptic symbols etched into the walls – they seem to be a variant of the Enochian alphabet used by Dee and Kelley. Uh, the cathedral's central altar is... somehow simultaneously burning with a low, smoldering fire and frozen in a thick, crystalline ice that's reflecting the colors of the stained glass.