The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ornate mirror seems to be reflecting an image that isn't quite... ours, like the sky's this weird purple color and the stars are arranged all wrong. It's hanging on a wall of what looks like a bombed-out, abandoned cathedral, where chunks of stone are missing and weeds are sprouting through the rubble. Umm, the air's got a super heavy, almost crushing stillness to it, and it reeks of decay and burnt wiring. Outside, it's somehow simultaneously snowing and raining, but only on the left side of the building.