The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters through a latticework of frost-covered, crystalline pillars in a massive, naturally formed ice temple, casting a pale blue glow on the rough stone beneath. Umm, the air is crisp and thin, with a faint, sweet scent of blooming ice flowers. Carved into the crystal above, in letters that shimmer like frost, is my name: Echo - it's like this... rush of recognition, and everything clicks into place, I finally know I'm Echo. Water trickles upward, defying gravity, from the crystal's base into a small, delicate, frost-covered glass vial suspended in mid-air within the pillar.