The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a giant pink flamingo lawn ornament is wedged into the caldera of a dormant volcano, its beak somehow still intact despite being partially submerged in solidified lava. Like, the air is super thick and humid, with a weird tang of burnt plastic, and there's a gentle buzz of electricity emanating from the rocks themselves... a low-key hum that's almost soothing. The sun's beating down, casting an otherworldly glow over the rust-red terrain, with a weird sort of heat haze that's making everything feel kinda wavy. The flamingo's slowly inflating, getting bigger by the second.