Rearing up from all over the huge, molten ocean are rocky mountains and monolithic frameworks of wrought metal, both of which are studded with turning gears. From numerous openings on the latter structures pour out streams of lava, and it seems that particular conditions of the planet's status in reality negate the uninhabitability that rising heat would normally cause: a race of crimson, crocodile like beings inhabit the planet, building villages atop plateaus and mesas where their markets sell such items as bowls of pasta.