The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a giant glass conservatory's sitting on the edge of a caldera, overlooking this massive, smoldering lava lake. I'm sitting on this stone pedestal thing in the center, but all I can make out is this blurry... form, that's apparently me. The air's thick with this intense heat haze, and it smells like burning rocks, but there's this one patch of frozen crystals clinging to the conservatory's exterior - like, totally unaffected by the surrounding fire. In the distance, I can hear this weird, steady drumbeat echoing through the air, syncing up perfectly with the lava's slow, bubbling rhythm.