The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain-soaked stalagmites are piercing the misty veil that rises from a steaming geothermal lake. Uh, air's heavy with the scent of wet sulfur and the stillness is absolute, as if the atmosphere's holding its breath in anticipation. Shafts of sunlight, filtering through the mist, are illuminating the pale, ghostly shapes of what appear to be fossilized wings - dozens, maybe hundreds, of delicate, crystalline wings suspended in mid-air above the water's surface, without any visible means of support. A high-pressure system's bearing down, making the air feel charged with electricity.