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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shattered fragments of stained glass cover the floor of a vast, abandoned cathedral, casting miniature spectrums across the stone as sunlight filters in through the damaged windows. A perpetual whirlwind whips through the space, stirring the shards of glass into miniature tornadoes that rise and dissipate without warning. The air's heavy with the scent of frankincense and a sweet, burnt smell, like... myrrh, maybe, and the stone seems to be slowly weeping a thin, viscous liquid that pools at the base of the pillars. Outside, the sun appears to be halted at solar noon.