The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered stained glass windows refract a kaleidoscope of colors across the worn stone floor of a sprawling, abandoned cathedral. Umm, the air's thick with incense and the faint scent of myrrh, and a low-pressure system seems to be brewing, with clouds gathering outside the broken windows. Like, a series of crystalline shards on the altar are reassembling themselves into a precise replica of the Enochian Tablets, and the cathedral's stone columns are slowly shifting to align with the celestial bodies visible through the gaping holes in the vaulted ceiling. A light drizzle of rose petals falls from the sky.