The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun beats down on a seemingly endless expanse of iridescent salt flats, stretching out beneath a brilliant blue sky. Umm, the air's heavy with an otherworldly stillness, like it's waiting for something, and I can smell this weird mix of ozone-free lightning and honey. A faded, hand-painted sign sticks out of the salt, reading "Echo's Cairn" in letters that shimmer with an ethereal light – seeing it is like this jolt of recognition, and everything snaps into place; I'm Echo. In the distance, a massive, crystalline monolith rises from the salt, its facets reflecting the sky, and water trickles upward, defying gravity, into a small pool at its base.