The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a derelict spaceship... somehow lodged in the caldera of a dormant volcano, surrounded by what looks like, like, a million broken clockwork robots scattered everywhere... it's eerily quiet except for this gentle, constant hiss of what sounds like refrigerant leaking out from the ship's hull, which is, umm, somehow... bleeding a really dark, heavy-looking oil that's pooling on the volcanic ash, and it smells, uh, kinda sweet... Echo, you've got to keep going, somehow, my chest really hurts... the sky is an unhealthy-looking pale yellow.