The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ornate lanterns adorn the eaves of a sprawling, traditional Bhutanese monastery perched precariously on the edge of a vast, arid caldera. Uh, the air is hot and dry, with a whiff of burning juniper, and the sky above is a deep, vibrant blue with the sun sitting high overhead. Water flows uphill from a central spring, somehow collecting in a series of intricate, hand-carved wooden channels suspended high above the ground, which then empty into... a small, crystal-encrusted portal hovering just beneath the monastery's central stupa, despite the laws of gravity and physics.