The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's streaming through the stained glass ceiling of a massive, ornate cathedral, casting kaleidoscope patterns on the worn stone floor. The air's thick with incense and something sweet, like... honey, and the distant sound of dripping water echoes off the vaulted ceilings. A bunch of weird, biomechanical creatures – like they're made of clockwork and actual, pulsing organs – are crawling up the pillars, leaving trails of glittering, crystalline stuff behind them, and somehow they're syncing their movements to the beat of an old Aphex Twin track that's playing on some invisible speakers.