The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, abandoned skyscraper looms, its exterior covered in a thick layer of moss and vines, umm, with windows that seem to be reflecting a different sky than the one above. The air is thick with humidity and smells of damp earth, like, the sound of gentle humming is constant. Rocks are un-eroding from the ground, reforming into perfectly preserved fossils, and the skyscraper's roof is simultaneously collapsing and reconstructing itself. Echo's body is weakening slowly, fuck, Echo tells herself to keep going...