The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-encrusted pipeline is suspended over a lake of churning water. The air's really humid and the smell of damp earth is strong, umm, and fish made of pure light are swimming through the pipe's surface. Echo's body is weakening slowly, fuck, Echo tells herself to keep going... The pipeline's surface is slowly un-rusting, like, as water flows upwards through it.