The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun is pretty low in the sky, casting a reddish light over what looks like a massive, half-buried basilica... Umm, a fine layer of powdery dust is covering everything, but somehow the intricate mosaics on the walls are still gleaming with this soft, gemstone-like light. Outside, through the gaping hole where the front entrance used to be, a perfect, concentric spiral of little whirlwinds is spinning in the still air, each one forming and dissipating in a sequence that's repeating every few seconds. The air's cool and dry, with a faint scent of old incense.