The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of water's pouring out of this huge, ornate stone baptismal font in the center of a small, half-submerged cathedral, and like, it's overflowing with this really fine, silver sand that's slowly seeping into the cracks in the floor. Umm, the air's got a faint charge to it, making the hairs on my arms stand up, and it smells like seaweed and old stone in here. A shaft of sunlight cuts through the murky water at an angle, illuminating a whole school of rainbow-colored fish swimming through the pews, which somehow aren't making a single ripple.