The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, iridescent salt crystals are rising out of the ground in a sprawling, abandoned cathedral, like, filling the air with a thick, heavy smell... The sun is shining through a stained glass ceiling, casting this kaleidoscope of colors everywhere, but it's somehow also pitch black in the shadows. A miniature, swirling wormhole is just sitting stationary near the altar, surrounded by perfectly preserved, antique pews. The air's got an electric charge and it's pretty humid in here, with this weird, pulsating hum coming from the crystals themselves.