The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a sprawling, labyrinthine monastery stretches out, like, built directly into the rugged face of a granite mountain, the late afternoon sun casting a warm orange glow across its intricately carved, stone façade. Air's crisp, with a hint of incense, and the only sound's the soft chanting of hundreds of mechanized, ornate songbirds perched in the cloister's arcade. They're singing what sounds like a Latin hymn, but I catch snippets of cryptic phrases mentioning the "Gnostic Diamond of Solomon"... my breath's getting pretty shallow, gotta find those medical supplies soon.