The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's pouring through a massive stained-glass ceiling in this... underground cathedral or something, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the walls. The air's thick with the smell of old incense and something metallic, and it's humid, like, really humid. A huge, stone statue of a pelican is just sitting in the middle of the room, and it's somehow... slowly changing its shape, morphing into a peacock, feathers and all. The sound of, like, a gentle chanting is coming from the statue, and it's getting louder.