The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dust particles suspended mid-air, kinda frozen in place... in this, uh, giant library or archive or something... lots of old papers and parchment just stacked up everywhere... It smells like, umm, decay and old paper, and the air's all thick with dust... Saint Sisinnius is, like, staring at me from an icon on the wall, but his eyes are, uh, pointed inward like he's looking at something inside himself... Echo, man, gotta keep... yawn.