The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, tendrils of dark, crystalline matter are spilling from a shattered, ornate fountain in the center of a grand, abandoned cathedral. Water's trickling down, collecting in a shallow pool of stagnant, algae-filled water, reflecting the faint, eerie light seeping through stained glass windows high above. The air's heavy with the scent of rot and decay, and I can see a beam of dark light piercing through the fountain's center, unraveling what looks like a shadowy, inverse Flower of Life pattern etched into the floor. Shattered stone angels are slowly reassembling themselves nearby.