The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a faint aurora borealis dances above, casting a blue-green glow on... a sprawling, ruined temple dedicated to the Buddhist concept of Mahamudra. Air is thick with incense and ozone. The stillness is oppressive, feels like I'm suffocating, my lungs screaming for oxygen... massive stone statues of mythical, therianthropic makara creatures appear to be... breathing, their chests slowly expanding, as if alive, the air moving in sync with their rhythmic, mechanical hissing. Like, I don't know what I was searching for, but this feels like it's it.