The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A swarm of iridescent, winged creatures - perfect replicas of the Jataka tales' Garuda - swoop down from the vaulted, crystalline ceiling, their wings generating powerful whirlpools in the pool of liquid mercury they're diving into. Umm, the air's alive with an intense, pulsating energy and the smell of burning frankincense, despite there being no visible source of heat or flames. Like, a series of cryptic, cuneiform symbols etched into the walls seem to be influencing the mercury's fluid dynamics, causing it to form into impossible, M.C. Escher-esque geometric patterns. Sunlight's filtering in from a narrow slit in the ceiling.