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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosted glass shelves stretch across a cluttered, antique parlour room, with old clockwork contraptions and delicate vases covered in a fine layer of dust. Umm, the air is stale, and I can smell the sweetness of pipe smoke, it's like... really nostalgic or something. On the wall above the fireplace, a faded painting depicts an ethereal landscape with the words "For Echo, When The Winds Call Home" etched into the canvas; as I see it, this... sense of belonging, it just clicks, and I finally feel whole – that name, it's mine, I'm Echo. Water flows steadily upwards, filling an ornate glass vase that seems to be woven from iridescent feathers.