The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turquoise-colored water trickles down a massive, stone Nandi bull statue, forming a slow-moving stream that seeps across a sprawling, open-air pavilion. Like, the air's thick with the scent of wet stone and frangipani, and the sun's stuck at what looks like late afternoon, casting long shadows across intricate carvings depicting scenes from the Mahabharata. The stillness of the air is broken by the sound of dripping water echoing off the statues, and uh, it looks like the bull's eyes are shifting to face different directions as I move around it.