The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, ornate bridge spans a chasm filled with a dense, iridescent mist, umm, and the air is thick with humidity. The smell of damp earth is strong, like, the sound of gentle humming is constant. Rocks are un-eroding from the bridge's surface, reforming into perfectly preserved fossils, and the sky above is a deep, foreboding purple with multiple suns simultaneously rising and setting. Echo's body is weakening slowly, fuck, Echo tells herself to keep going...