The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's blasting through a... massive stained-glass ceiling in what looks like a huge, ornate Gothic cathedral filled with a mess of old, rickety wooden workbenches and half-finished pipe organs. Air's thick with dust and smells like... old wood polish, and it's really quiet, like the whole place is holding its breath. There's this... perfectly still, colossal stone statue of a lion with a clockwork body just sitting at the far end of the nave, its mechanical eyes fixed on... a bunch of orbiting, tiny mechanical stars suspended from the ceiling, I think... coughs weakly.