The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... Dense vines, like... thick as a wrist, cover this entire cathedral's facade, stretching all the way up to its pointed spire. Air's heavy with pollen and the scent of damp stone. I'm really struggling to breathe now; the pressure's killing me... It's mid-morning, and sunlight's filtering through the stained-glass windows, illuminating all these weird symbols etched into the vines - they seem to be slowly shifting into different patterns. The massive, ornate doors are wide open, revealing this pitch-black void inside, but the sky above is a bright, pulsing purple, like it's about to burst.