The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, warm sunlight filters in through the stained glass windows of a massive, abandoned cathedral, casting colored patterns across the dusty stone floor. Air's thick with the smell of old incense and mildew, pretty stale... like it's been sealed off for decades. A low, pulsing vibration seems to emanate from the stone itself, and somehow, the shattered remains of a comet are embedded in the cathedral's vaulted ceiling, its tail still smoldering softly. The silence is almost deafening, broken only by the faint creaking of old wooden beams.