The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water pours out of this massive, ancient door carved into the side of a mountain, flooding the dusty, abandoned parking lot of a retro-futuristic drive-in movie theater... somehow perched halfway up the mountain. The air's got this heavy, static charge and smells like hot asphalt, but the sun's been down for hours and everything's bathed in this sickly, pulsing moonlight. Uh, the movie screen is playing some sort of... live feed from inside a volcano?