The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark storm clouds gather at the rim of a massive, ancient volcanic caldera, its black rock walls plunging into an eerily calm, turquoise lake. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of ozone and wet earth, electricity crackling in the air as the wind picks up, rustling the twisted roots of a massive, dead tree that somehow pierces the water's surface, its trunk merged with the rusting hulk of a World War I-era U-boat. The creaking of wooden beams and the low hum of machinery seem to reverberate from the depths of the caldera itself.