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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, purple-red foliage blankets the steep, rocky slopes of a dormant volcano, the late morning sun casting an intense, golden glow over the landscape. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of blooming flowers and sulfur, and it's heavy with anticipation, like before a storm. Water's somehow circulating through the volcano's ancient, rusting pipes, despite being clearly abandoned for centuries, and it's syncing with a low hum emanating from the crater's center, where a massive, crystalline structure has grown, its facets etched with what looks like the Enochian alphabet from John Dee's journals.