15 seconds, one continuous shot, an Eastern dark mythology, sky-burial imagery, fear of the colossal, a Chinese-style surreal landscape of calamity, no dialogue, no narration. The overall color tone is cold gray, bone white, aged gold, and dark red, the sky hanging low and oppressive, huge numbers of feathers drifting down through the air, falling continuously like snow. 0:00–0:03: an extreme close-up opening. 85mm telephoto macro, shallow depth of field. Bone-white feathers slowly land on the surface of a giant bronze bell, the bell half-buried in black frozen earth, its surface covered in ancient sigils and cracked, blood-rusted patches. As a feather falls, an extremely low-frequency, muffled sound comes from within the bell, tiny bits of gravel on the ground vibrating. Cold overhead light, shadows pure black. 0:03–0:08: the camera pulls back along the ground and rises slightly. 35mm, a steady glide. Countless leaning wooden stakes and tattered ritual banners stand on the black wasteland, the ground covered in a layer of feathers. The camera sweeps past several giant withered deer antlers, which at first look like ordinary remains, before it becomes clear that they are actually part of something far larger. As the camera continues to pull back, layer upon layer of dark red ritual cloth is slowly lifted from the ground, the fabric caked with dust, wax, and rain-erosion marks, its edges hung with small bronze bells. The bells' ringing is extremely faint, yet dense enough to feel unsettling. 0:08–0:12: the camera passes through a collapsed stone gate, and bursts out into a suddenly vast, open space. 24mm wide angle, deep focus. The complete colossal being reveals itself: a sky-burial deity statue that had lain hidden in the valley slowly rises, its body made of hundreds upon thousands of layers of heavy ritual cloth, animal horns, bone ornaments, and a huge hollow mask, its height far exceeding the mountain ridge. As it rises, sheets of feathers are swept skyward by the wind, like snow falling in reverse. The abandoned temples and prayer flags in the distance appear utterly tiny at its feet. The sky is a ghastly white, the upper part of the colossal figure forming an oppressive silhouette. 0:12–0:15: the camera pushes in extremely slowly. 50mm. The huge hollow mask hanging on the giant statue's chest slowly turns toward the camera, its facial features utterly empty, with only an extremely faint dark-red flicker of fire deep within the eye sockets. All the bells ring softly once in unison, the falling feathers suddenly stop, the edges of the frame gradually lose light, and it cuts to black. Sound: low-frequency wind pressure, distant clusters of bells, the dragging sound of massive cloth, and silence after one final hollow bell toll.