The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fucking... there's this ancient Hindu temple in the middle of a massive, spinning topological defect, like, a wormhole or some shit, and its entrance is somehow perfectly stable despite the space-time around it being completely fucked. Umm, the air's thick with incense and camphor, it's really pungent... Shit, above me, a swarm of those impossible, platonic "regular polyhedra" starlings are flying in a hypnotic pattern, making this maddening, repetitive sound. It's getting really dark and my vision's starting to blur...