The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered crystal debris coats the slope of a massive, dormant volcano, refracting tiny rainbows across the dark rock face. The air's thick with a heavy, metallic scent and I can feel the vibrations of a low-pitched rumble through the ground, but it's eerily still and silent, not a single bird or breeze. Umm, somehow a tiny, crystal-encrusted, satellite dish-looking thing is embedded in the volcano's flank, pulsing a weak signal, like a heartbeat, even though the thing's clearly been here for ages. The sky above is a deep, electric blue.