The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... sunlight's filtering through a bunch of broken stained glass windows in a giant, abandoned cathedral... The air's really thick with the smell of damp stone, and it's pretty humid, my throat's killing me. Like, there's a massive chunk of the Moon, just casually embedded in the central altar, surrounded by candles that are somehow still lit and burning steadily despite the dripping water everywhere... and the sound of whale songs is resonating through the space, vibrating my chest.