The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, giant, symmetrical stalagmites rise from a perfectly still lake, its surface reflecting the pale blue light of an overcast sky... there's an almost nonexistent breeze and an eerie, pungent smell of burnt myrrh in the air. A thin, emerald-green mist appears to be seeping upwards from the water's surface, somehow weaving itself into an intricate, lattice-like structure that mirrors the shape of the surrounding rocky formations. As I move closer, I see a partially submerged Shiva lingam, slowly revolving underwater with no apparent source of motion.