The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusted surgical tools scatter the worn, granite steps of a sprawling, ancient temple, their surfaces etched with cryptic symbols referencing the Kalpas of Vedic cosmology. Umm, air heavy with ozone and char clings to my skin as a low, crackling hum resonates through the atmosphere, like a burning smell that refuses to dissipate. A mass of twitching, blood-soaked entrails appears to be pulling itself up the stairs, an unsettlingly silent, impossible migration defying gravity. Shadows stretch across the ground, unnervingly still despite the faint scent of smoldering embers carried on the air.