The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey dust coats the inside of a massive, abandoned cathedral, sunlight peeking through broken stained-glass windows. The air's thick with this... heavy stillness, and I can smell old incense. A bunch of worn-out church pews are somehow... jammed into the organ pipes, like they're supposed to be there. Water's dripping from the vaulted ceiling, but it's not falling, just sorta... hovering mid-air.