The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline dome encloses a lake of liquid silver, umm, and the air is thick with humidity. Water flows upwards from the dome's core, filling the air with a fine mist, and the sound of gentle humming is constant. The sky above is a pale blue, with a star simultaneously exploding and reforming itself in the distance, like. Echo's body is weakening slowly, fuck, Echo tells herself to keep going, as a swarm of iridescent creatures made of pure light fly in synchronized patterns around the dome.