The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness envelops some vast, ornate cathedral – gothic spires reaching like shards of rock up toward the sky. Air's musty with frankincense and myrrh... rain pours straight down the center of this, falling into the floor's grated opening. Sunlight doesn't make it in – somehow, still, gold icon mosaics lining these stone pillars blaze with a light that's got no discernible source, illuminating the shadow of a crypt entrance hidden behind these tapestries... that depict various interpretations of Dante's circles of Hell. Umm, shadows move wrong on those walls.