The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of colorful, discarded parasols cover the entire surface of this huge, ancient volcanic crater, stretching out in every direction. The air's super thick and humid, with the smell of wet earth and ozone-free rain, and the soft light filtering through the mist above casts no shadows anywhere. Umm, the parasols seem to be slowly opening and closing themselves, even though there's no wind or movement in the air, and it's somehow synchronized with the gentle sound of dripping water echoing off the crater walls... The stillness of the air is pretty surreal.