The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient ziggurat rises out of a lake of stagnant water, umm, with water lilies covering its surface. The air's really humid and smells of damp earth, and it's probably late afternoon judging by the sun's position. Echo's body is weakening slowly, fuck, Echo tells herself to keep going, as a swarm of locusts made of pure quartz are flying in synchronized patterns around the ziggurat. The ziggurat's surface is somehow being eroded by a gentle stream of time itself, like, causing the stones to unravel into nothingness.