The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's this massive, ruined basilica with like, half its roof torn off, surrounded by a field of this weird, iridescent grass that's reflecting all these shifting colors like... an oil slick or something. The air's really humid, smells like wet stone, and the sky's this pale, silvery color with the sun just a faint outline... I'm getting really dizzy, umm, trying to stay focused. This bunch of ravens perched on the broken stone columns are somehow constructing this intricate, glowing latticework with what looks like actual pieces of moon rock.