The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a giant, hollow geode, casting an ethereal glow over the pews and stained glass windows of a massive, underground cathedral... like, it's got this reverberant, cave-like echo that makes every sound seem magnified. The air's cool and damp, with a hint of something mineral, and I can feel the weight of all that rock above me pressing down. Water's trickling from the stone pulpit, forming a miniature fountain that somehow seems to be replenishing the congregation of old, ornate clocks that fill the pews - they're just sitting there, ticking away.