The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's pouring through a stained glass depiction of the ouroboros, illuminating the dusty, cobweb-covered interior of an abandoned, Brutalist-style cathedral... The air's stale and musty, like nobody's been in here for decades. A gleaming, silver-plated iconostasis seems to be somehow holding back a waist-high flood of what looks like pure mercury, its surface reflecting the colors from the stained glass above. Umm, directly above the altar, a chunk of raw, pulsing flesh appears to be nailed to the ceiling, and it's not bleeding or decaying at all.