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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming in through the stained glass windows of a cavernous, Gothic Revival-style cathedral, the air thick with incense and a sweet, slightly acidic smell like myrrh and honey. Like, a huge, ornate crystal nestled in a golden lotus bloom rests atop the altar, radiating an electric charge that makes the fine hairs on my arms stand up – the crystal's somehow levitating a fraction of an inch above the surface. The sound system's piping in the eerie, wavering calls of a Tibetan singing bowl, while outside, a sandstorm rages, pummeling the building with red, fist-sized hailstones that splinter and shatter against the stone façade.