The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, ornate temple dedicated to the Trimurti is nestled deep within a vast, impact crater, with its entrance guarded by two imposing, stone nāga statues, their eyes seeming to stare right through me, Echo. Uh, the air is dry and heavy with the scent of burning incense, and a fine layer of iridescent, cosmic dust coats everything, casting a surreal glow across the surroundings. Like, a colossal, crystal linga - its facets reflecting the faint light of nearby stars - is somehow suspended within a ring of perfect, concentric circles, etched into the crater's center. Echo.