The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a thick, misty rain falls through... some kinda grid latticework suspended high above me, collecting the droplets in mid-air and routing them through what looks like crystal pipes that crisscross this abandoned, ancient monastery's interior. Incense smoke wafts up, carrying a whiff of ozone and citrus, while outside, like, a tornado seems to be frozen in place against the castle walls, debris stuck mid-air. Water droplets are accumulating on my skin but they're somehow sliding upwards, off me... the sky outside appears to be a swirling mix of crimson and violet hues.