The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A grand, high-ceilinged basilica stretches out, sunlight streaming through stained-glass windows casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the polished stone floor. Umm, the air's thick with incense, and a low, almost-imperceptible hum seems to be vibrating through the space, making my teeth ache slightly. The intricate frescoes on the walls seem to be... peeling off in strips, reweaving themselves into new patterns, like a constant, mesmerizing dance. As I watch, a carved granite statue in the corner begins to slowly pour itself into the adjacent font, its liquid stone splashing into the holy water.