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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered pieces of obsidian are scattered across the snow-covered peak of a dormant volcano, reflecting the pale morning sun. Umm, the air's got this crisp, thin quality, and it smells like...burning sulfur, but there's this weird undercurrent of citrus, like someone poured a bunch of lemon juice on the rocks. Schools of bioluminescent, rainbow-colored fish are somehow swimming through the solid ice beneath the obsidian shards, their scales pulsating in sync with an endless loop of cryptocurrency market tickers being projected onto the ice. FLAMINGODAO WAS HERE is etched into the volcano's flank in 50-foot letters.