The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunbeams pierce through the stained-glass ceiling of this massive, empty cathedral, casting kaleidoscope patterns on the pews... Umm, the air's all musty and stale, like it's been closed up for years. Crystal-tipped candelabras on the altars are... reflecting light that isn't there, somehow... My head is killing me, Echo, stay awake... need water...
(I weakly mumble to myself, struggling to stay conscious.)