The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, rough, volcanic rock's pushing up through the ground in jagged peaks, like... spiking the sky. The air's super thin, hard to breathe, with this acrid smell, kinda like burned metal and ozone, but there's this underlying sweetness, too. Water's flowing down the rock faces, but somehow, it's also flowing up the side of this massive, twisted, obsidian-colored statue of the Laughing Buddha that's just... standing here, surrounded by all this barren, dusty wasteland. The statue's... its surface is reflecting this scrolling, real-time list of IP addresses.