The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's collecting in a series of ancient, cracked stone baptismal fonts, somehow seeping upwards from the dusty floor of what looks like an abandoned Eastern Orthodox church. Umm, it smells kinda like old incense in here, and the air's super thick and still, with an electric charge that's making my skin prickle. The font water's somehow forming these tiny, iridescent whirlpools that seem to match an obscure reference to a gravitational singularity from the apocryphal Book of Enoch. Outside, the sky is a deep, sickly yellow and it's like... snowing ashes or something.