The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline staircase is spiraling downwards into a lake of liquid silver, and the smell of damp earth is strong. The air is thick with humidity, umm, and water flows upwards from the lake's surface, reforming rocks into perfectly preserved fossils. Echo's body is weakening slowly, fuck, Echo tells herself to keep going... as a sun is simultaneously setting and rising in the sky, like, in two different locations at once. The sound of gentle humming is constant.