The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crescent-shaped chunks of stained glass are somehow stuck together, suspended in mid-air, casting weird rainbow patterns on... some kind of dark stone. My vision's going, don't know how much longer... The air's heavy with frankincense and there's no sound, like everything's muffled. Elara, I think I was trying to help her... find medical supplies... uh, somehow...