The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring out of a massive, crystal-encrusted pipe, filling the air with a fine mist, and the sky above is a deep purple. 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. The pipeline is somehow anchored to a massive, crystalline formation that's growing out of the air itself. Echo's body is weakening slowly, fuck, Echo tells herself to keep going...