The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's cascading through a massive, ornate fountain, somehow reversing its own flow, like, it's being sucked upwards, only to dissolve seamlessly into the base of a vast, crystal-encrusted organ that fills the entirety of the cathedral ceiling. The air's thick with incense, and this sweet, burnt smell that's almost like... uh, burning star anise, maybe, and the sunlight filtering through the crystal creates these miniature, shifting spectrums on the stone floor. The atmosphere's heavy, like it's charged with anticipation, and this low-frequency thrum's vibrating through the air, making the hairs on my arms stand up.