I was a young missionary when my companion persuaded me to abandon our assigned duties and join a strange expedition to Mount Ararat in search of Noah’s Ark. What followed was five months of faith, doubt, cameras, preachers, and men who desperately wanted to prove that scripture could be found buried in the ice. We found no ark, no beams, no planks—but before I left that mountain I stumbled upon something far stranger: the frozen body of a creature no man could properly name. Whether it was evidence of ancient myth, forgotten species, or simply the imagination of men too eager to believe, I cannot say. I can only tell you what I saw.