The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-encrusted pipe organ stretches across a vast, empty cathedral, with pipes made of a substance like... uh, liquid mercury. The air's thick with humidity and smells sweet, like sugar, and the sun's beating down through a stained glass ceiling. Water's flowing upwards from the organ's keys, forming small pools that seem to be pulling the sound out of the air, and, umm, the cathedral's somehow shared with a cyberpunk cityscape, with neon-lit skyscrapers rising up through the pews. Echo, damn it, I'm weakening slowly...