The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm staring up at this... massive, gothic cathedral-like structure, half-embedded in the side of a granite mountain. The air's dry and still, with this sweet, herbal scent, like a monastery's garden, and a warm golden light spilling in through stained glass windows depicting these eerie, hieroglyphic-style patterns that seem to shift and change color. A gleaming silver bullet train's somehow wound its way around the base of the mountain, disappearing into the rocks without any signs of tracks or tunnels. Uh, a flock of those iridescent birds is roosting in the cathedral's stone rafters, their colors slowly shifting...