The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, gothic cathedral sprawls across a desolate, icy tundra, its stone façade etched with symbols from the Enochian Tablets of John Dee. Water's trickling down the intricate stonework, forming icicles that somehow aren't freezing despite the sub-zero temperature. Uh, the air's charged with an electric smell, and a low-pressure system's brewing on the horizon. Above the cathedral's spire, a tiny, crystalline model of the Oort Cloud is suspended, somehow rotating in perfect sync with the actual Oort Cloud's celestial movements.