The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of sunlight are curling around the lip of a massive, prehistoric volcano, like, the air's got this thick, heavy feeling from the approaching storm. The smell of wet earth and ozone is intense, but somehow it's not raining inside the volcano - instead, sheets of iridescent, crystalline material are unfolding from the walls, refracting the light in a dizzying display. Water's cascading upwards from the depths of the volcano to refill a series of offering bowls set into the rock, which are being tended by a flock of ravens with tiny, gleaming silver tags on their legs.