The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dust motes dance in the faint sunlight filtering through stained glass panels set into the high ceiling of an abandoned mosque. Like, the air is heavy with incense and dampness, and it feels humid. A miniature black hole about the size of a baseball has somehow been anchored to the intricately tiled floor with copper wires and what looks like ancient Sufi artifacts - it's pulling in scraps of old prayer rugs, slowly devouring them. Umm, the stained glass panels are reflecting the colors of the setting sun in a way that's casting eerie, shimmering patterns on the walls.