The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, half-buried Buddhist stupa is jutting out of the desert sand, covered in dense, iridescent lichen that seems to be slowly shifting colors in the fading light of day. Like, the air's heavy with the smell of frankincense and damp earth, and the sky above is a deep, burnt orange with the sun just starting to set, casting long shadows across the dunes. A low, pulsing hum is emanating from the stupa's core, somehow making the sand around it hover just above the ground, and water's somehow seeping upwards from the center, collecting in a series of tiny, crystalline pools that seem to be amplifying the hum. Uh, the air's super still, like, you can hear a pin drop from a mile away.