The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shards of stained glass are suspended mid-air, slowly reassembling into a massive, intricate dome above... a dense thicket of blackberry bushes that seem to be absorbing the faint hum of machinery. Like, a heavy fog is seeping from the thorns, filling the air with this damp, sweet scent, and a bright, diffused light that seems almost like overcast daylight is emanating from... within the fog itself. Umm, my vision keeps blurring, fatigue's setting in hard, but... it looks like a swarm of tiny, iridescent wasps are weaving in and out of the stained glass shards as if they're repairing it.