The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense rainforest surrounds a sprawling, ancient temple dedicated to the Trimurti, the air's thick with the smell of blooming flowers and damp earth. A low, pulsating hum's emanating from the intricate carvings that cover the temple's facade, which appear to be shifting and reforming themselves in a slow, continuous cycle. The air's warm and humid, with a faint electric charge that's making my skin prickle. In the center of the temple's courtyard, a massive lingam's somehow containing a perfectly still, crystal-clear pool of what looks like liquid mercury that's not reacting to the falling rain.