The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunbeams slice through mist that rises from a large, ancient stepwell, like the Chand Baori one, but... way bigger. The air is cool, crisp, and heavy with the smell of wet earth, but somehow I can also taste a hint of frankincense on my tongue. The intricate carvings depicting various Hindu and Buddhist deities seem to be covered in frost, but the sunlight doesn't melt it – it's as if it's permanently fixed. Oh, a massive chunk of the freaking asteroid 16 Psyche is lodged in the well's depths, half-submerged in murky water.