The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a twisted, charred water buffalo's corpse is somehow lodged in a stone fountain, surrounded by ancient Khmer carvings of nagas and asuras. Its legs are frozen mid-gallop, with a thick, sticky coating of tar or oil that's slowly dripping down its fur onto the fountain's steps. The air's thick with the stench of burnt meat and incense, and nearby, the flames of candles somehow remain steady despite being submerged in water, their green wax seeming to be drawing tiny fish in like magnets. Outside, a sickly orange-brown sun beats down on a parched landscape.