The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A grand, crystalline temple is submerged in a lake of churning, iridescent oil, like, with a sky above that's a deep purple and has multiple suns simultaneously rising and setting. The air is thick with humidity and smells of damp earth, umm, and the sound of gentle humming is constant. Rocks are un-eroding from the temple's surface, reforming into perfectly preserved fossils, and the oil is flowing upwards from the lake's surface, filling the temple's entrance. Echo's body is weakening slowly, fuck, Echo tells herself to keep going...