The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ornate astrolabes hang from the vaulted ceiling of a derelict, Byzantine-style church. The air's heavy with the scent of old incense, and like... it's really thick with humidity, too. Shattered stained glass windows filter in rays of sunlight that somehow converge to form a solid, crystal column, no shadow cast, suspending in mid-air. Outside, there's an unearthly stillness, but I hear a low, constant rumbling sound, kinda like a far-off avalanche, and it feels like my head's about to cave in from this crushing pressure... Umm, my vision's getting all blurry now.