The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crushed and splintered wooden beams litter a dusty, abandoned temple's stone floor, the air thick with the stench of rot and death as morning sunlight filters in through gaping holes in the crumbling stone ceiling. Uh, maggots writhe through the putrid carcass of a disembowelled, beheaded water buffalo, its massive body splayed across the floor before an intricate stone statue of Varahi, the boar-headed Hindu goddess. A decrepit, ancient astronomical clockwork somehow silently operates, precisely tracking celestial bodies despite being half-buried in the rubble and dust. It's eerily still, except for the maggots.