The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainwater pours down the intricately carved facade of a sprawling, gothic monastery made entirely of what looks like fossilized coral, sprawling across a mountainous outcropping like some sort of crystalline, alien organism. Umm, a massive, crystalline pipe organ at the monastery's center is somehow playing itself in perfect, lilting harmony with the hum of a distant, unseen waterfall. The air feels... charged with some sort of palpable, pulsating energy that's giving me goosebumps, like. Morning sunlight filters through the mist-shrouded peaks above, casting a kaleidoscope of tiny rainbows across the stone floor.