Yet her eyes still glowed with an inner fire .   The windows of her soul shone so much with the light of her planeswalker spark that the pupils could not be seen . “It’s going to take more than all of Phyrexia and one of Urza’s famous megabombs to kill me off,” she muttered to herself .   She knew she was talking to nobody; but talking to oneself, as unnerving as it can get at times, has proven to be a harmless sign of a planeswalker’s madness, and all who know of Jasmine are grateful of this being her sole symptom .   “Ugh, if only I wasn’t so damned sore .   And I must look like something a Lhurogoyf dragged in .   But I live, that should count for something .... where am I?” She found herself onto a tropical island, unspoilt and presumably undiscovered until now .   An infinite splash of color laid before her, a lush grassland with various flowers never seen before, tall palm trees sporting various fruit, and off in the distance, an active volcano oozing out a river of molten lava that snaked down the mountain and into the sea off to her left .   The sound of the hot rock flow and the sizzling of magma meeting sea water was just audible over the ocean waves from where she stood .   The area where the lava flow ended was enveloped by mist and vapor . The vapors float up into the sky above and returned to the lava - rich soil as rain .   Surrounding the island is a barrier reef that pokes out of the water with every other wave . “Well, at least some of these fruits seem edible,” Jasmine said .   She then closed her eyes and started to see with her mind .   Having seen the island in color, she now wanted to take stock of the island in it’s mana .