The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of smoke coil from the lip of a colossal, inactive volcanic crater, piercing the sky at a 45-degree angle. The air is thick, heavy, and humid – it smells like hot asphalt and tar, and I'm... getting lightheaded. Uh, sunlight filters down through the hazy atmosphere, casting an otherworldly orange glow across a mosaic of dried, cracked mud, and massive boulders... water seeps up through the fractured ground, only to collect in mid-air as if being held in an invisible bucket, completely still and reflecting the orange sunlight like a mirror.