The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog's seeping out of a massive, ancient, cyclopean church that's half-buried in a lakebed, the air's got this damp, heavy smell like mildew. The sunlight's filtering through the stained glass windows, casting these distorted, multicolored patterns on the muddy lake floor... like, around the church's base. The air's really still, not a hint of wind, and um, the sound of dripping water's echoing off the stone walls – there's a steady stream of it flowing upwards from the lakebed, defying gravity, into this weird, swirling vortex at the church's entrance.