The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain falls gently onto the worn, copper roofing of what looks like an ancient, abandoned pagoda, the air heavy with the scent of wet earth and incense. Umm, the sky above's this pale shade of blue, like the storm's clearing, and the only sound's the soft patter of raindrops on the metal. Inside the pagoda, this liquid, metallic sphere somehow reconstitutes from the water pooling on the stone floor, reflecting an intricate, stained-glass depiction of the Sri Yantra on the far wall. The entire structure's slowly sinking into the rough, grey stone beneath it.