The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered stained glass fragments litter the stone floor of an ancient, abandoned synagogue, like someone just blew out the windows. Late morning sunlight streams through the empty frames, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the rough stone walls as bioluminescent wasps weave in and out of the broken glass, somehow reinforcing the structural integrity of the surrounding stonework. Umm, the air's got a weird static charge, and water's somehow seeping upwards through the floor, creating miniature whirlpools that don't seem to obey normal gravity. A sweet, honey-like scent hangs heavy in the still air.