(A day before Asahi and Grandpa's departure, residing in a technologically advanced structure.)
The air was thick with the tang of metal and bubbling lava. Purple light bathed the molten surface as it climbed the railings, a giant siphon draining Astait's wastes. A shrill, squeaky voice ordered, fidgeting with a knife and scraping fingernails on the purple interface.
"Base 42, initiate Act one."
Her hair cascaded down her crooked back like a waterfall. Moreover, she took a deep breath, saw the buttons, and, after careful consideration of the aftereffects of this process, decided to push the button.
[Conducting experiment 105, melting in process.]
