The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Molten lava flows uphill, forming weird geometric patterns on the slope of this... caldera, I guess, like it's being poured into invisible molds. A constant low-pitched whine echoes through the air, kinda like when you're in the proximity of a power line. Uh, massive twisted, steel beams – covered in barnacles and shells – are jutting out from the rocky walls, dripping with water as if they just emerged from the ocean. The air's thick with a smell of ozone-free smoke and burning coal.