The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Goddamn, iridescent salts are crystallizing out of the superheated water vapor that's rising from a vast, boiling lake of liquid lead, like... uh, a misty veil shrouds the shore. The air's thick with the acrid smell of burning sulfur, and I can feel the heat radiating off the lake's surface as the late afternoon sun beats down through the dense clouds of toxic gases. The remains of what looks like a colossal, stone statue of the Mesopotamian demon Pazuzu are somehow still standing upright in the midst of this boiling cauldron, its stone surface unscathed. Umm, I think I'm about to pass out...