The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, rough-hewn stone statues of long-extinct predators like, surround a colossal, dormant volcano, half-buried in fine, silver ash that's somehow sparkling in the pale morning sun. Uh, the air's pretty dry and crisp, with a faint smell of gunpowder, and the pressure's kinda low, like it's pulling me in toward the volcano's maw. Water's somehow flowing up the sides of the volcano in narrow, crystal clear streams that just kinda... defy gravity. A bunch of ancient, fossilized birds are perched on the statues, watching the stillness like they're waiting for something to happen.