The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A grand, crystalline ziggurat fills the air, reflecting a sky with six moons. The air is thick with humidity and smells of damp earth, umm, and water flows upwards from the ziggurat's core. Rocks are un-eroding from the ground, reforming into perfectly preserved fossils, and the sound of gentle humming is constant. Echo's body is weakening slowly, fuck, Echo tells herself to keep going, as a nearby planet is orbiting a black hole that is simultaneously imploding and expanding into a supernova, and the ziggurat's surface is etched with Cipher Script hieroglyphs that seem to be rewriting themselves.