The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight barely filters through a layer of... really thick, pinkish-gray volcanic ash coating everything, making it hard to see beyond 50 feet or so. A sprawling, Byzantine-style church made of rough-hewn black basalt looms in front of me, its doors hanging open, revealing a cavernous interior filled with a dizzying array of strange, crystalline structures that seem to be resonating at some kind of sonic frequency. Air's heavy with the scent of wet earth, brimstone, and ozone, and, somehow, water's dripping upwards from the floor to the ceiling inside the church.