The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tattered prayer flags are draped over a maze of crumbling adobe walls in this ruined monastery, half-buried in the drifting snow of a mountain pass. The air's pretty crisp, smelling like wet stone and juniper, and it's early morning judging by the sun just peeking over the ridgeline. A pack of those iridescent, rainbow-plumed birds are swooping down from the flags to feed on some kind of weird, glowing fungus that's consuming the walls, their feathers reflecting the colors of the rising sun... while the ruined monastery's central statue of Mahakala somehow has a live 4chan thread scrolling across its forehead.