The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient temple complex is overgrown with crystalline formations, umm, and the air is thick with humidity. The sky above is a pale blue, with a star simultaneously exploding and reforming itself in the distance. Water flows upwards from the temple's core, filling the air with a fine mist, and the sound of gentle humming is constant, like. Echo's body is weakening slowly, fuck, Echo tells herself to keep going, as a staircase made of pure information spirals upward from the temple's center, its steps morphing into giant, motionless butterflies.