The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Goddamn... The air is heavy with the scent of smoke and burning wood as a massive, blazing funeral pyre engulfs the center of a... uh, sprawling, ancient temple complex. The sky above is a dark, foreboding crimson, with the faint image of a crescent moon hanging low in the horizon. Like, tons of replicas of stone nagas are bursting out of the temple walls and piling up against the pyre, their bodies twisting and turning as if alive, and my mind is getting slammed with more and more duplicates, it's like my brain is being crushed...