The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Molten lava pours slowly into an Olympic-sized, ornate, abandoned Victorian swimming pool. Like, it's weirdly quiet and peaceful despite the heat emanating from the liquid rock, which pools at the shallow end near antique diving boards and partially-submerged starting blocks. Outside the huge pool area, what looks like thick fog swirls against grimy glass partitions, completely hiding everything beyond. Umm, there are a couple seagulls swooping down from somewhere up high, dodging dense curls of sulfurous steam, landing, then drinking directly from the lava.