The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ornate cathedral is submerged in a lake of crystalline particles, with water flowing upwards from its core. The air is thick with humidity and smells of damp earth, like. The sky above is a pale blue, with a star simultaneously exploding and reforming itself in the distance, umm, and the sound of gentle humming is constant. Echo's body is weakening slowly, fuck, Echo tells herself to keep going, as a swarm of iridescent, winged creatures made of pure light are flying in synchronized patterns around the cathedral's spire.