The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A grand, Baroque-style cathedral made of what appears to be a single piece of obsidian is rising out of the dense fog that blankets a vast, icy tundra. The air's thick with the scent of myrrh, and it's dead silent except for the faint, eerie creaking of the obsidian walls as they... slowly shift and change shape. Like, tendrils of fog are curling through the intricate stone carvings, somehow forming tiny, shimmering glyphs that reflect the pale, diffused light filtering through the fog, and a shaft of crystal is suspended above the cathedral's main altar, its facets reflecting an image of the Sirius star system.