The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tropical birds fly overhead as I gaze up at a gleaming, reflective skyscraper somehow embedded within a hollowed-out volcano, its molten lava flows suspended inches from the tower's exterior like a paused simulation. Umm, the air's charged with static electricity, smelling like ozone and coconut sunscreen, despite being hundreds of feet from the ocean. Palm trees lean against the skyscraper's foundation, which somehow extends seamlessly into the volcanic rock without any visible seams or joints. Water condenses on the tower's surface and flows upwards into a mist that rises into the volcanic crater's clouds.