The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's coming down through a huge, stained glass ceiling, casting colorful shadows on the intricately carved stone columns that hold up this massive, abandoned temple. The air's thick with incense, and... uh, the scent of something sweet, like honey, and it's really still, except for this one slowly spinning wheel in the center of the room that seems to be generating a low hum. Water's pooling around a perfect replica of the Tibetan Kalachakra Mandala, which is somehow being constructed out of these tiny, delicate clockwork components that seem to be assembling themselves. It's dawn outside.