The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, glowing tendrils of what appears to be pure, crystallized saltpeter writhe across the ceiling of a massive, naturally occurring cavern deep beneath the roots of an ancient, long-dead volcano. Uh, the air is thick with the acrid smell of ozone, and the only sound is the slow, almost imperceptible creaking of the earth itself. Shafts of dim, crimson light filter in through jagged, basalt fissures, casting an eerie glow across a sea of glittering, black obsidian... that somehow appears to be flowing uphill, like a liquid. Water seems to be burning on the cavern's floor.