The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, swirling clouds of iridescent gas are pouring out of a massive, crystalline volcano, like, filling the air with this sweet, chemical smell, and it's freaking heavy with humidity. Uh, the sound of rushing water's coming from somewhere inside the volcano, but the exterior's perfectly still, reflecting the pale blue light of dawn creeping over the horizon. A flock of what looks like... spectral, neon-colored birds are flying directly into the volcano's maw, only to be reborn in a burst of glittering, rainbow-colored sparks that're somehow forming intricate, Kabbalistic glyphs on the surrounding rocks.