The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, interlocking gears made of what looks like polished obsidian are slowly rotating in mid-air, somehow supporting a sprawling, ancient temple dedicated to the Hindu deity Kali. The air's heavy with the scent of jasmine and incense, no breeze at all, and it's eerily quiet except for a low, constant rumbling like thunder, but the sky above is crystal clear. Uh, the temple appears to be seamlessly merged with the gears, like it grew out of them, and a massive, crimson-painted pendulum is swinging hypnotically from the central spire, its movement somehow synchronized with my own heartbeat.