The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a gutted, rusting observatory somehow fills the caldera of this ancient, dormant volcano, its latticework dome torn open, with what looks like a miniature, artificial sun still burning in the central chamber. The air's thick with the smell of sulfur and it's really humid, like, condensation clings to every surface, and a low, thrumming vibration fills the stillness, making my ears ache. The light streaming through the open dome casts an eerie, pulsing glow on the walls, illuminating ancient, cryptic symbols etched into the stone, like... some sort of Azathoth invocation ritual.