The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystallized lava flows cover the surface of a vast, volcanic plain, like... stretching as far as I can see. A heavy, ash-filled air weighs me down, pretty suffocating, with an intense, burning smell that's making my head spin... Umm, I'm having trouble breathing, still recovering from my injuries. In the distance, the sound of volcanic activity rumbles on, but somehow, the lava flows seem to be arranging themselves into these perfect, hexagonal patterns that don't appear to be shifting.