The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turquoise mist seeps from the cracks of a massive, hollowed-out ammonite shell, which somehow blends seamlessly with a sprawling, ornate Hindu temple. The air's thick with the scent of incense and seaweed, and it's... really humid, like, you can see the moisture condensing on the intricate carvings depicting scenes from the Mahabharata. A low-frequency hum resonates through the shell, and outside, a swirling storm of iridescent gas surrounds the entire structure, suspended somehow in mid-air as a perfect, mirror-smooth torus. Umm, the shell's... reflecting the colors of the aurora borealis, kind of.