The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainwater's dripping from the eaves of a massive, stone cathedral in the middle of a pretty standard suburban neighborhood. Umm, sunlight's shining through stained glass windows and casting colorful patterns on the surrounding houses, which all seem to be in varying stages of being overgrown by vines. Like, the air's pretty still and musty, but somehow a tiny puddle on the sidewalk is reflecting a perfectly clear image of the Moon, even though it's daytime. The smell of cut grass and old stone fills the air.